“I need you right now,” Niah texted Harker.

Ten minutes later Harker arrived. “Okay, here I am, what’s the rush?”

“Put this on and fuck me,” Niah said, handing Harker the condom.

“We don’t usually...”

“If you don’t want to I can get—”

“No, that’s okay,” Harker said, shedding his clothes and donning the condom.

“Great, thanks,” Niah said, once Harker had filled the rubber.

“What’s with the baby thingie, the pacifier?” Harker asked.

“It’s called a binkie. I’m going to rub it in my cunt to get it all juicy looking.”

“Why?”

“New version of ‘Disparate But Not,’” Niah said. “‘Holy Fuck.’” She placed the cum-covered binkie on the chair next to the leaking condom.

“Uh oh,” I think it broke,” Harker observed. “Must’a been my—”

“I pin-holed it,” Niah said.

“Why?”

“So it would leak, duh?”

“You want kids?”

“No. Duh!”

“Then why?”

“Art,” Niah said.

“Oh. Right. If you had a kid, what would you name it?”

“Tommy,” Niah said as she squeezed white paint onto her palette.

“Tommy, huh. So you want a boy?”

“No, a girl,” Niah said.

“You going to paint the dog?” Harker asked.

“Go away,” Niah said. “I’ve got work to do before the cum dries.”