“We aren’t too comfortable talking about it. There is nothing wrong or bad about talking about sex or the anatomy of each of us,” Daddy points out. “It’s not taboo, and it shouldn’t be thought of as dirty. It’s not and it never will be.”
“Well, sex can be dirty physically with all the liquids getting everywhere, but in the sense of it being dirty bad, it’s not,” Chale chimes in.
I cock my head to the side as I look at Chale. How much liquid is he talking about? There can’t be that much, right?
“You are going to have to get more comfortable with talking about it,” Daddy says matter-of-factly. “Or else you are going to get embarrassed each time, and people will only look at you more.”
I didn’t think about it like that. If I don’t get comfortable, then it will be like with Chale, where we drag it out and I get even more embarrassed.
“I’m going to leave so you can have a deeper conversation with her.” Chale stands. “Thank you for allowing me to ask questions and be around Adryn before I get my girl.”
“One thing to know before you get your girl.” Daddy stops Chale from walking to the door.
I stare at him, wondering what he is going to say.
“Yes?” Chale cocks his head to the side.
“They are not pets, animals,” Daddy says. “She has reminded me several times that, but some human girls might be interested in being a pet. You just have to ask your girl.”
“And the kennel?” Chale asks.
“Keep it if you want and use it, or take the top off and have it more like a crib that women keep the babies in,” Daddy replies. “The sides will hold up if you take the top off. But try it enclosed first to see how she does.”
I look back and forth between them before I open my mouth, but Daddy beats me to it.
“Can you say bye to Chale?” Daddy asks.
“Bye.” I wave and snuggle closer to Daddy.
“Bye, sweet girl.” He smiles and walks out the front door.
Silence fills the room as Daddy and I stare at each other for several seconds.
“Why were you thinking about my tongue?” Daddy asks.
I shrug and look away, not really wanting to talk about this. I shouldn’t have been thinking about it.
“No, you are not going to do that. You are going to answer me with words.” Daddy pulls my head back toward him.
Sighing, I look him in the eyes.
“Why were you thinking about my tongue and the vibrations?” Daddy asks once again.
“I was just thinking about if you wanted more than that or if it was only ever going to be your tongue,” I mumble.
“What was that? I didn’t hear you.” Daddy cocks his head to the side.
But from the way he is looking at me, I know he heard me. He has this smug look on his face.
“Can you repeat it, but a little louder?” he asks. “I didn’t hear you the first time.”
“You did,” I retort.
“I didn’t.”
I suck in a deep breath and look away from Daddy, opening my mouth.
“No, I want you to look in my eyes when you repeat what you said.” Daddy’s voice is firm.
