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“I want to see who’s the size queen. What’s your deal?” Why does he look confused?

“That’s. That’s not. What?”

Lancelot starts laughing. “Isn’t a size queen someone who prefers to fuck big dicks, not someone who has one?”

“Oh. I’m still a size queen then.” I shrug and go back to my cubby.

Osha and Lancelot are cackling behind me, and I don’t care why. I need to see Rhys, and I know the best way to get him.

Tendy Bear: am i a top or a bottom

I send the picture and wait.

THIRTY-ONE

RHYS

“Well, that’s a weird text message…” But nice picture. I save that one to my camera roll to use later.

Breeder: You’re a bottom. Duh. Look at that ass.

I figure I have to explain, so I do before he asks.

Breeder: Bottoms like to take the dick.

Breeder: Tops like to give it.

Breeder: Does that make sense?

Rhys changed Teddy’s contact to That Ass

Teddy changed Rhys’ contact to Top Me

Somehow he is going to get this confused. I can already feel it.

That Ass: but u take my dick all the time

There it is.

Top Me: are we having sex I don’t know about?

That Ass: did u hit ur head?

Top Me: It feels like I have.

But that’s frankly every text conversation we have. Maybe I should just call him, but then I come to my senses and don’t.

That Ass: that makes a lot of sense

That Ass: are u sure u can play?

That Ass: did u go 2 the hospital?

Top Me: How am I taking your dick?

That Ass: in ur mouth.

That Ass: i’m seriously worried bout u