“Okay, seems like somebody’s been playing a prank,” Hack said as he stared down at the floor. “Hope you guys have got a vacuum cleaner here.”
“Did you just throw glitter dicks everywhere?” Cash asked.
“No, I did not.” Hack pointed to him. “You saw me. I merely dropped them. I didn’t throw them. And I didn’t know they were in that envelope.”
“What did you think was in the envelope?” Cash asked incredulously.
“Well, I certainly didn’t think it was a bunch of glittery dicks,” Hack replied.
“Who put them there?” Cash asked.
“I’d like to know that too. My best guess would be your sister. Although maybe not. She knows where that would get her.” He winked at Addie who probably looked rather alarmed.
She was beginning to wonder if the vacuum could handle a bunch of glittery dicks.
“Oh, well, it’s done now, isn’t it?” Hack said. “And really, you can never have too many dicks in your life, right?”
“Yes, you can,” Cash told him. “More than one is too many.”
“Now, now, don’t be small-minded. We know plenty of people who have menage relationships. And there’s that country where reverse harems are the norm. Lots of dicks in those relationships.”
Cash folded his arms over his chest. “Are you saying that you would let somebody else into your relationship with my sister?”
“What? Of course not. Your sister doesn’t need anyone else but me. I’m all the dick she needs. Hmm, that sounded better in my head.”
Addie found herself hiding a smile.
“Right,” Cash said. “So in that case, more dicks are not better then, are they?”
“Ahh, but those aren’t glitter dicks,” Hack pointed out. “When they’re glitter dicks, more is always better.”
She didn’t want to say it, but she agreed with Hack. Except for the fact that she would have to clean them all up.
That wouldn’t be fun.
“Let’s get back to what we were really talking about before Cash started going on about having multiple diddles in a relationship,” Hack said.
Diddles?
She giggled. She wasn’t sure she’d ever heard that word before. Or at least not used by a cute doctor who kind of looked like a hot biker.
“Do you want to have Doctor Hack the adult-fixer-upperer or Doctor Hack the glitter-little-fixer-upperer.”
Was fixer-upperer actually a word?
Also what was she going to do? Old Addie would have hidden her Little side, too worried that they would humiliate or laugh at her.
But this Addie was trying to be braver.
Besides, she was fairly certain that Cash wouldn’t let anyone embarrass her. Or make her feel small.
“Doctor Hack the glitter-little-fixer-upperer,” she said croakily.
“Whew,” Hack said. “That’s my favorite persona. Boring normal doctor Hack is super, well, boring.”
“No glitter dicks?” she asked, feeling herself growing red.
“Definitely not,” he said. “Not that I put those glitter dicks into my bag. I mean, why would I want to have a bunch of glitter dicks in my bag?”
