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“So tell me all the tea! I need details—honeymoon details and then courtroom details and then Bonding details!” Lana exclaimed as they settled down on the enormous three-person couch that was built for two Twin Kindred and their Mate. They were hanging out in her suite for the day while her two husbands were at work.
So far they had covered the topics of Karen Geners, who was now in jail and awaiting her trial for attempted murder…Molly’s ex, who was also in jail and now penniless, since his assets were being liquidated and his wealth was being transferred to Molly…and what Molly was going to do with the money. Lana loved the idea of donating most of it to women’s shelters and cheered her on enthusiastically, even offering to help her do research to find which shelters needed help the most.
But now they were on to even more personal topics.
“Well, the honeymoon wasn’t as long as I wanted, but it was really nice,” Molly said. She told Lana about the bungalow on the Florida beach only to have her friend interrupt at once.
“Oh, we stayed there too!” she exclaimed. “My boys took me there for our second honeymoon. Or was it our third? I can’t keep track because we keep going, you know?” She giggled. “Of course, it’s just an excuse to have Bonding sex all over again. I mean they can do the two poles in the separate holes, thing, but they really love joining their shafts to do me at the same time. You know?”
Molly laughed at her friend’s frank over-sharing. Leave it to Lana to tell you every little detail—even the private ones.
“Well, it was fun while it lasted—the beach was absolutely gorgeous,” she said.
“Who cares about the beach?” Lana exclaimed. “What about the Bonding sex? You must have had it, right? Because you and Torus are still together so you must be Bonded.”
Molly sighed, some of her joy fading just a little.
“Well, no,” she admitted. “We can’t Bond. We tried, but it just didn’t work.”
“Didn’t work?” Lana stared at her blankly. “What do you mean it didn’t work?”
“I mean he’s too big to fit inside me,” Molly confessed, blushing. “Our size difference is just too great. But we’re going to stay together anyway. As soon as I can get a new TET device, things will be perfect, but Commander Sylvan is having trouble sourcing the Lovicium to make a new one.”
She wished more than ever that she hadn’t gotten rid of her original TET device now. She missed hearing Torus’s voice in her head and feeling the big Kindred’s emotions. Using a Think-me allowed mental contact, but it really wasn’t the same. Despite that though, they were still deeply in love and determined to stay together, even if they could never Bond.
She tried to explain all this to Lana, but her friend was still giving her a disbelieving stare.
“Honey, there’s no such thing as ‘too big’ when Bonding Fruit is involved,” she told Molly. “I mean, you should see the size of my boys’ unishaft when they join together to Bond me! It’s crazy big—like this.” She made a gesture with both hands that made Molly’s eyes open wide. “Seriously—I’m not exaggerating!”
“But I tried Bonding Fruit!” Molly protested. “They had a complimentary bottle of Bonding Fruit wine at the bungalow we stayed in. It made me really, really, you know, horny, but it didn’t do a thing to help me stretch.”
“Oh, the infamous Bonding Fruit wine! You got some too?” Lana shook her head. “That stuff should come with a warning label!”
“What do you mean? You know about it?” Molly asked.
“Of course! They always put it in those bungalows. But you’re right—it only makes you horny—it doesn’t make you stretch. The first time my boys and I tried it, we couldn’t figure out what was going on.” Lana shook her head. “I wound up having to take a shot of the concentrated Bonding Fruit juice we’d brought with us, so then I had a double dose of Bonding Fruit on board and let me tell you, we were busy all night long. You know?” She giggled.
“So…the wine isn’t supposed to help you stretch?” Molly asked.
“No—it has something to do with the fermentation process, I think,” Lana said, shrugging. “It kills the stretchy quality of the fruit. Or something like that.” She cocked her head to one side and gave Molly a look. “So are you telling me that’s the only time you two tried using Bonding Fruit to do the deed?”
Molly nodded.
“Yes—we thought it was a complete failure. And we haven’t tried again—though I wish we could,” she added sadly. “But Torus won’t anymore. He’s too afraid of hurting me because he’s so big.”
“Listen, it doesn’t matter how big he is, with the right dose of Bonding Fruit, anything is possible,” Lana said firmly. “You just need to take a big dose of the concentrated stuff and get him to help you out, if you know what I mean.”
“But how can I do that if he won’t even try?” Molly protested. “I’ve asked him several times since we came back to the Mother Ship, if we could try Bonding again but he won’t even attempt it—he won’t even, you know, rub it against me. Because he’s too afraid of hurting me.”
“Hmm, that is a problem,” Lana admitted. She furrowed her brow, thinking hard. “But I think I know a way.”
“You do?” Molly asked.
“Yes. You have to prove to him the Bonding Fruit is working on you.”
“Prove it? How do I do that?” Molly asked, mystified.
“I’ll tell you.” Lana leaned towards her conspiratorially. “Now listen up—I have a plan. This is what you’re going to do…”
