Page 51 of Renascence
Emily: Don’t think I can make it to the gym tonight.
Venom: You ok?
Emily: Too sore, Mr. Huge Dick.
Even though I’m concerned, I type out my reply with a grin.
Venom: Take a warm bath with Epsom salts. Baking soda if you don’t have any.
Emily: Well, look who’s versed in remedies for vaginal soreness.
Venom: Why do you think I took your panties this morning? If you’re wearing any, lose ’em. Wear some sweat pants. Use coconut oil too if you have that.
Emily: Ok, Doctor.
Venom: Good. I’ll pick you up around 9.
Emily: See earlier text.
Venom: Just be ready.
Emily: Fine. See you then.
“Is that your future old lady?” a grinning Razor taunts as he joins me.
“Fuck off.”
“Don’t fight it, brother. I figured you might stick out this single life with me, but another one bites the dust.”
Tek chuckles without looking up from his screen.
“What the fuck is funny, goth boy? When’s the last time you even got laid?”
“Don’t worry about me. I have no issues in that department.”
“Cybersex doesn’t count.”
“Go ahead, make fun of me. We’ll see how funny it is next time you need my help.”
The boy’s a fucking genius when it comes to that computer shit. I don’t know what we’d do without him. Sometimes I think he doesn’t even sleep, always trying to hack into something.
“Maybe it’s time I helped you. The Hounds not doing it for you? What kind of women do you like?”
“I don’t need you to set me up, Venom.”
“Okay, man. You change your mind, just let me know.”
“I won’t.”
Without another word, he picks up his laptop and marches off toward the rooms. Did I hit a nerve? I’m a bit of a troublemaker around here and I mess with these guys all the time, including Tek. No one’s been offended so far. We’re not exactly a sensitive bunch.
“Why don’t you leave the kid alone?” Razor asks. “You’re the expert now because you got an old lady?”
“She’snotmy old lady.”
“You seeing her tonight?”
“Yeah. So?”
