“Yellow cheese is the best.”
Grumble.
Grumble.
Grumble.
“White cheese is best.”
Grumble.
Grumble.
Grumble.
“Oh…fancy stinky cheese is best.”
Grumble.
Grumble.
Grumble.
“Fancy milk is best. Heathens.”
Grumble.
Grumble.
Grumble.
I collapsed on the couch next to Daddy Levi who was laughing and laughing. “So tired.”
“That sounds ridiculous and like something Dante would do.” Shaking his head, Daddy Levi sighed and smiled. “I bet that was exhausting for Professor…ugh…Ruslan.”
“Huh?”
Daddy Levi groaned. “Dante is dating the professor that runs that club. I keep calling him by his last name and everyone thinks that’s going to make him feel weird.”
“Oh. Sub. Yes.” I nodded and scooted closer to Daddy Levi. “He plays toys too. Lots of play toys people.”
Daddy Levi chuckled. “Evidently. Are there a lot of Daddies? I haven’t joined that kind of stuff much.”
I shrugged and leaned in to whisper. “Shhh…they’re hiding in the trees. No one sees the wild animals.”
Ha.
I was funny.
Daddy Levi laughed and laughed again. “They blend in like wild animals, huh? Yeah, too many people running around trying to look normal, I guess.”
“They like hiding.” It was hard to find a Daddy. “I like talking but not asking.”
Daddy Levi’s head turned and he looked like a puppy. “You don’t like asking them if they’re a Daddy?”
“No.” That wasn’t fun.
“Isn’t there some kind of social media group everyone belongs to? I know I heard something like that…oh…and that BDSM group one of the professors run?” Frowny face and thinky face.
