Putting their minds at ease, I give them each a hug and say, “I’m going to bed. Love you.”
“Love you too, honey,” my mom says.
“Love you,derevtse moyo,” my dad echoes, and I decide on the spot that I’m burying all knowledge of what my brothers told me tonight. As far as I’m concerned I never heard a damn word. I love my nickname, and I refuse to let it get tainted and turned into something it’s not.
With my resolve firmly in place, I give them a smile and then head for bed with Nyx right at my heels. Once my door is shut, I take a quick shower, cringing when I see my reflection and the lobster-red color my ass is sporting. It still hurts and having anything touch it is painful. It’s been awhile since I’ve been sunburnt, but if I remember correctly, tomorrow isn’t going to be any better and quite possibly it’ll be worse.
Making sure the water is coolish, I pin my hair up and then wash up as fast as I can. I’m exhausted and more than ready to catch up on the sleep I missed last night.
As soon as I’m in bed, I get a text in the group chat with Allie and Yulia.
Allie:
Anyone else’s butt sore?
Yulia:
Yes. It hurts so bad.
Me:
I can barely sit.
Allie:
It’s so sad that none of this involved a big dick.
Me:
Speak for yourself. I’m very glad the pain has nothing to do with a dick of any kind.
Yulia:
Same here.
Allie:
Way to leave me hanging.
Me:
Sorry, you’re the only one anxious for a big anal pounding.
Yulia sends off a string of laughing emojis while I send the peach and eggplant and follow it with the grimacing face emoji.
Allie:
To each their own. This is how desperate I’ve become. A painful butt is better than untouched and pain free.
Yulia:
You’ll find your man…and then you can buy him lube.
Me:
A lot of it. Many bottles.
Allie:
