“Ashley I’m so sorry! We’ll never do it again I promise! Please don’t cry.”

She buries her head in the crook of my shoulder and neck, quivering with emotion. “No it’s not that.”

I expect her to go on but she doesn’t. My brow furrows in confusion and concern. “Well why are you crying?”

“It was just so beautiful and so amazing. No one’s ever been inside me like that before. I mean they’ve been inside me but you were in me so deep. It felt like you were a part of me.” She snuggles up against me.

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Ashley wipes her eyes and smiles up at me like a little girl after you put the Power Ranger Bandaid on her boo-boo.

“Which part?” She queries.

Huh? “What?” I ask. “What do you mean?”

“Like are you an extra leg, or an organ, or just a benign growth like a fatty tumor.” She giggles.

I look at her with dropped jaw. Lesbians are fucking crazy! Not to mention completely bipolar. We just had life altering sex and now…I’m a fatty tumor. I rack my dumbfounded brain for a response.

“I’m uh…whatever part you want me to be.” The best I can come up with

She grins. “I think you’re a spleen. Spencer the spleen. No wait, Spencer MY spleen.”

I have no idea what she’s talking about but I can’t help falling into a fit of manic laughter. “What the fuck Ashley?” I gasp in the midst of my fit, “way to kill the moment…again!”

Ashley shushes me. “Now Spencer, the spleen is a very important part.”

“Then tell me anatomy professor, what does the spleen do?” I demand.

“Well it’s part of your immune system. Without it you could get deadly infections. Just like without you I’d be infected with sadness, and loneliness, and arthritis.”

“I guess that’s kind of sweet, in a way. Wait, arthritis?”

“Yes, from over-masturbation. Someone’s gotta relieve some of my burden.” She laughs.

I head butt her in the stomach. “Fine Ashley, I’m your spleen.”

She winks at me and changes the subject. “You’re so sexy when you get like that Spencer.”

“Like What?” I ask.

“All dominatrixy. How do you feel about assless chaps?”

I consider what she said. I loved taking control of her, having my way with Ashley Davies. I take back my damnation of The Whole Big Huge Pleasureific Guide to Lesbian Sex. That book might be here to stay.

“I’ll wear assless chaps if you buy them for me.” I dare her. Ashley has the resources and the compulsiveness to actually buy those. I must be going crazy. Maybe I’m finally a real lesbian.

“Yes ma’am!” Ashley responds quickly, grabbing my ass cheeks. “Yeehaw!”