Chapter Eleven
“Elbow higher,”Angel said. “Yeah, that looks right. Don’t release. Return to the starting position and draw again. You’ll need to do that a hundred times once Brenna gets here.”
“Why? My arm already hurts.”
“Trust me, it’ll hurt worse tomorrow. But it’s a hurt you’ll be able to rub and make feel better.”
I nodded, understanding what she was saying, and drew again. Each time, it got harder, but she claimed I was getting better. When I heard someone shout hello, I quickly relaxed my stance, ready for a break.
“That’s Eden,” Angel said, helpfully reminding me.
“She’s the one that promised not to shoot real dicks,” I said, remembering a conversation I’d had with Tor.
Angel laughed.
“Yeah, Ghua was pretty worried. Shax is a little more relaxed about it.”
“No real dick shooting,” Shax said abruptly from where he and Tor were standing a safe distance away.
Angel grinned at me.
“What if real dick shooting helps the baby come out faster?”
The man looked truly torn, and Angel pealed with laughter.
“I’m kidding, babe. That wouldn’t help. Your dick is safe with me.”
Eden jogged up to us, a smile on her face.
“Obviously, everyone’s dick is safe with me since I took an unbreakable oath.”
The fey behind her grunted, dropped a kiss on the top of her head, then walked off to join the other two.
“Testicles are a completely different body part, though,” Angel said. “We should try for that ballsack today.”
I looked at the melted dildo blob and spotted the monstrously huge green scrotum protruding from the right side. There was a black lumpy strand right below it.
“Are those anal beads?”
“Shh. We don’t talk about those,” Eden said with a panicked look in her eyes.
“Most of the metal ones sunk when the fire was really going. There was so much smoke, and it smelled so bad that they put it out before everything melted into obscurity. You’ll see a lot of nifty things in there.”
“Stop. I’m begging you,” Eden whispered.
“If you walk around to the back side, there’s a plastic hand. You know what that’s for, right?” Angel asked.
“He’s listening,” Eden hissed.
Angel grinned at her. “You’ve been together for months now. Don’t you want some new ideas to spice things up?”
“I still have a hard time walking some mornings. We do not need to feed the machine more data. In fact, I think Ghua needs to be in the room when you deliver so he understands what he’s trying to do to me.”
“Yes,” Ghua said. “I want to watch the baby come out.”
“Sorry, Ghua. I promised the last spot would be a random drawing.”
“How many people are going to watch you deliver?” I asked, trying to keep up with the conversation.