“Not inside?”
“It didn’t work. I tried.”
Finley bit her lower lip as if she were trying to figure out why the vibrator didn’t do its job.
“It works outside, though.”
Finley nodded and looked back up at her.
“You said you had more?”
“Oh, yeah. Well, that’s the thing.” She bent down and opened the bottom drawer. “I havea lotmore.” She stood and moved out of the way. “Finley, I’ve never shown anyone these, okay? It’s weird. I’m weird.”
Finley stood and looked into the drawer.
“You said you had one.”
“I said I had one that counted. These don’t.”
“Why not?” Finley bent down to look closer.
“Because none of them make me come.”
“Is that why you have so many? You kept trying?”
“Yes,” she admitted as she sat on the side of the bed, watching Finley pick up one of the vibrators she had bought about a year ago. “That one is supposed to move inside you.”
“I know. I’ve seen it.”
“You have?”
“In a store. I don’t have it, though,” Finley said, turning it over. “It’s big, Molls.”
“Yeah. It’s the only size they make it in, and I wanted to come inside, so I bought it.”
Finley looked down and squinted.
“Most of these are for inside.”
“Yeah.”
“And none of them have worked?”
Molly shook her head and said, “I even bought that one that is shaped like two fingers and is supposed to move like it’s flicking, but I couldn’t get over the noise. It’s really loud, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how a machine was inside me,notmaking me come because it sounded like a robot.”
She laughed a little but noticed that Finley wasn’t laughing with her.
“Molly, have you never… come inside before?”
“No. But no one knows that but you,” she said.
“Your exes?”
She shook her head again and said, “No. I have a really bad habit of faking it, I guess.”
Finley stood and moved to sit next to her.
“So, with me, you thought you had to?”