“Your ass? You were saving that for marriage!”
“But he looked sooooo sad with me leaving for college.”
Calli rolls her eyes. “Giveaway. Guessing she’s frat house slut queen by sophomore year.”
“More likely football, but yeah.”
After school, we get ready for work. While Calli sets up, I open Zoom. They slowly log on. Five today, not bad.
I move back and stand in front of the table loaded with our collection of toys. Calli snuggles up, smiling with anticipation, running fingers through my wedge of russet curls.
“You’re first, Mistress Three. What would you like to see today?”
