The Most Beautiful Thing
Ch 10 — Texts
- P:
You awake?
- D:
yeah.
- P:
I’m worried about Dylan.
- D:
Duh. That’s literally why I went to talk to you the other day.
- P:
no. worried about how he feels about himself.
- D:
you mean because of his… problem?
- P:
Yeah. His ‘deformity’. God, it’s the stupidest problem that ever was.
- D:
What do you mean?
- P:
If word gets out about what he’s packing? He’s going to showered with offers.
- D:
uhm, that’s my son we’re talking about.
- P:
and?
- D:
Don’t talk about him like … like he’s some kind of …
- P:
…?
- D:
whatever the word for male slut is. Stud? Like he’s just going to be sleeping around. He’s a good boy.
- P:
uh huh. And a handsome boy. With a big fucking cock. Holy shit Dai, he’s god’s gift to size-queens.
- D:
…
- D:
I just googled that. Stop it.
- P:
I have a question, but it’s weird.
- D:
We’re talking about my son and his penis. Can it get weirder?
- P:
Uh, yeah.
- P:
What did it feel like?
- D:
… when…
- P:
smack don’t be dense. When you touched it.
- D:
It felt horrible! I was so ashamed. I told you this already!
- P:
Not that! I mean, like, literally. How did it feel. In your hand.
- D:
Margarette!
- P:
I’m just curious!
- D:
I don’t want to talk about it.
- P:
So it didn’t feel good? It looks like it would be so smooth, and so firm.
- D:
…
- D:
I don’t want to talk about it.
- P:
was it sweaty? You know how they can get.
- D:
what? No, it was nice.
- P:
Hah! You liked it!
- D:
shut up. Shut up. It was a stupid mistake. I’m just lonely, and I have needs, and it was a penis. Just any penis, not connected to him.
- P:
Uh huh.
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- P:
You’re thinking about it right now aren’t you?
- D:
This conversation is over. Turning off my phone!
- P:
I know I am.
- P:
[message not delivered. Retry?] I know I am
- P:
bitch.