Hello, old friend. It’s been a while.

With a resigned sigh, I headed into my bathroom and locked the door. Recently, my friends had just taken to walking in since I couldn’t hear them knock. The last thing I needed was mortification added to my list of Shit That Sucks Since My Life Blew Up.

The worst thing on the list was the fact that I hadn’t heard a single peep in almost three weeks. Just a dull wah, wah, wah, wah that had receded into some semblance of normal, everyday life. At first, it had frustrated me, made me angry. I couldn’t have a decent conversation with anyone. The fact that I hadn’t heard music was horrific to me. However, after the memorial service, the fury had mellowed, and I’d just ended up seriously depressed.

More than anything, I wanted to hear Phil’s voice. I mourned the loss of it deep in my soul.

What I needed was a big, fat orgasm. Maybe three or four of them. Since it was impossible to tap my main source, I was going to have to resort to Plan B. I’d taken to masturbating on a daily basis, but I really needed to feel something substantial.

Enter: The Vibrator.

Phil was adamant that there be no sex, no touching of each other’s naughty bits, but it was okay if we touched our own. I’d even asked him to jerk off in front of me, and I’d touch myself for him, but that had apparently been a no-go as well. We could touch ourselves, by ourselves, alone.

Stripping out of my clothes, I hopped into the empty bathtub. My go-to orgasm inducer buzzed to life.

The first one was so good that I had to have another go.

And then another.

“Oh, thank the gods…” I groaned, as replete as I was going to get without Phil.

On wobbly legs, I stood and showered. Then, I cleaned off the vibrator in the sink. I was going to put it in its box and hide it in the back of the closet again. Tank top and underwear on, I unlocked the bathroom door and walked out, vibrator in hand, ready to stride into the closet.

But I froze.

Phil was sitting on the bed, a bunch of lotus blossoms in his hands. His eyes dropped to the gadget clutched in my fist, and they grew wide with shock. Then, they snapped back to my face, and I felt hellfire heat my cheeks and chest.

Mortification had just been added to My List.

Phil

My talk with Jason had made me realize that I needed to fix this shit. Kenna didn’t deserve this. I had always known it wasn’t the right way to handle the situation, but I couldn’t figure out anything better. I’d headed to the florist and bought her favorite lotus flowers, wanting to surprise her. She needed to know that I loved her, that I was always thinking of her.

When I had gotten to her place, the house had been quiet. Heading up to our room, I’d heard the shower going. I had been sorely tempted to bust in and see her all naked and wet, but I hadn’t wanted to fuckin’ have to whack off again, so I’d copped a squat on the bed.

Will she come out naked?

I wanted to see her naked.

Naked. Naked, naked, naked.

My Baby Girl had the most amazing body—long legs and arms, lean torso, all of her curves cut with strong muscles. She looked like those old drawings of heavy-metal warrior chicks, the ones from the ’70s and ’80s, waving swords and wearing fur undies and metal bras, except Kenna’s tits weren’t as massive. I loved her tits. I could suck a whole one into my mouth. They had the most perfect rosy nipples, and when they got all tight and hard, they looked sweet enough to eat.

Damn it.

It’d looked like I’d be going for round three on myself later.

The lock on the bathroom door had clicked, opening to reveal her in her white tank and white cotton panties.

Fuck, that’s hot.

And she had a huge fuckin’ purple vibrator clutched in her hand! My brain fritzed.

She has a vibrator? I stared at that thing for a good fuckin’ minute.

Son of a bitch! She has a fuckin’ vibrator!

Looking up into her beautiful little face, I saw she’d gone the color of a deep sunburn. I glared at her.

I was fuckin’ stupid jealous. I wanted to be up inside that sweet, hot, tight wet cunt of hers, but that…that thing…that obscene purple alien space dick had had the pleasure while I was chafed from whacking myself off half to death.

I stood up, and she whipped her purple alien dick behind her back, as if she could hide it now, after I’d stared it down.

“I, um…” She looked like she wished the ground would open up and swallow her.

I took a menacing step toward her, and she backed up. Another step followed and then another until she had backed herself into the sink.

Alien space dick clunked loudly against the cabinet.

“That’s my cunt,” I told her deaf ears. “I’m the only thing allowed up in my cunt.”

Reading my lips, she got the gist. I was so close to her, my body just a whisper from pressing the length of me into her. She smelled so good, the warmth of her heating me up. My dick hopefully raised its head.

“You won’t touch your cunt,” she hissed, her green eyes flashing fire, “so I took matters into my own hands.”

Tossing the bouquet over my shoulder, I grabbed her face, kissing the fuck out of her mouth. Like a fuckin’ magnet, my groin sought out hers, pushing right up in between her legs, grinding into her heat. Fuck, I wanted her. I wanted to be the thing that made her fall apart, and then I’d put her together again and do it over and over and over until neither of us could move.

She moaned, dropping the vibrator to the floor, and wrapped her arms around my neck, pushing back against me. The soft mounds of her tits pressed through my shirt, and I wanted to suck and bite them so bad. I filled my hands with her ass, pulling her into me, and we both groaned.

Fuck!

This wasn’t cool. It had to stop now.

I broke the kiss, and she mewled in protest. Everything inside me roared in protest, too, with that little noise.

“Phil…”

My heart was ready to burst out of my chest, and I was breathing like I’d just charged up a hill at full speed. “Less than a fuckin’ day, okay? Let’s wait one more day, and then…”

I held up a finger, and she sagged against the sink.

She nodded. She got me.

This wasn’t her fault. I was the one to blame. Kenna had done what she had to. She hadn’t done it to make me jealous. She hadn’t known I was coming.

But I was still fuckin’ jealous of that thing.

It wasn’t like I’d stop her from using it, not when I wouldn’t do my job. It wasn’t the orgasms that could hurt her. It was me. If there were injuries or weaknesses in her that could endanger her life—

Fuck, my heart stopped from me just thinking there could still be something wrong with her.

She had to be feeling back to her usual self, if she had resorted to alien space dicks.

My Baby Girl needed me, and I fuckin’ ached something fierce to give it to her.

It’s not your dick she needs, asshole. She needs you.

Back at the studio, Flipper and X were in the production box, working with the Space Monkeys, and Jason and Connor were tweaking some of our own material. We were ahead of schedule since I hadn’t gone to Italy with my fiancée.

Silver linings and all that shit, yeah?

“Is she holding up all right?” Connor asked as I walked into his space.

He hadn’t done too much with the office, not like the rest of us had. We’d told him to do whatever he wanted, and he’d brought in a futon and all his instruments. His desk, the same one he’d had in his bedroom at his parents’ house, was pushed up to one wall, giving him enough room to use all his instruments at once, if he were so fuckin’ inclined. He hadn’t gotten the gist that the band would pay for decorating his space, and Jason had thought it was fuckin’ hilarious. Connor seemed more than happy with it though.