"What, you can't find it?" Iga asks.
"Obviously I can't find it, I'm looking for it and not finding it, Iga!" I snap.
"Well, where could you have left it?" she says, surprisingly patiently, which makes me feel a little bad for my tone, "Retrace your steps."
I sigh, disappointed, "I'm… I'm pretty sure it's in her."
Iga rubs the bridge of her nose, "Like, with the bomb?"
"It's not a bomb!" what is it with the lack of respect for terminology, lately?
"It's not important what it is!" she says, though I disagree, "The remote is basically right next to it?"
"…Yes," I sigh and look up to the ceiling.
"Uterus," I clarify, "Right in the baby-box."
"Huh," she says, and we sort of stand in silence for a minute.
"Sounds like that handsome boyfriend of yours is going to get imploded if he pounds her too hard," a bitchy voice pipes in.
Almost forget she was there. Iga and I slowly turn our heads towards her, almost in unison. If contempt could manifest physically, I'd be able to choke her with it. Not even the fact that she properly identified the implosion device would save her.
"Thank you. Noted," I tersely respond.
"She, uh, does kind of have a point, though," Iga turns back to me, "All that jostling from Eli's cock thrusting up into Eve's pussy, over and over, pushing so hard on her insides…"
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