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“Lo,” I said, “you got a package.”
“So do you!” she said, grabbing my crotch.
“Lo, seriously.”
“Yeah, seriously.”
I gave her the package that had arrived. “Looks like it’s from Europe,” I observed.
She held it and began walking to the bedroom.
“Aren’t you going to open it?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.
“Yes, but not in front of you. You’re not allowed.”
“What? Why?”
She shut the bedroom door.
Time passed.
Moans.
Groans.
Faps.
Slaps.
Screams.
Gasps.
The door opened. Lo popped out naked and said, “Don’t go in there!” like it was the scene of a murder. She grabbed some towels from the linen closet. She returned, shutting the door.
I knocked on the door. “Lo, what is going on in there?”
“Nothing.”
“I know you masturbated and squirted and now you’re cleaning up your mess. We’ve lived together too long. You’re not fooling anyone.”