An Adventure of Silky
"Silk lost it. Pls come home."
The text message from Jessica almost reached enigma status. George knew Silk was short for Silky, one of his two daughters/ lovers/ possessions. Please come home stood out, Jess wouldn't ask if she wasn't serious. But what had Silky lost? Her car? Doubtful, but possible. Her nipple piercing? Nah. Her virginity? Already gone. Her term paper? Entirely possible.
When he reached the great room, he looked at two young women, one a tall blonde, the other a petite red head struggling over a large black garbage bag.
"You can't do this, Silky!" The blonde Jessica screamed.
"We have to, or the Manatees will die!" Short silky responded with even more vehemence.
"I! Don't! Care!" Jessica jerked with every word. This was a pleasant sight, as she wore flip flops, tiny white shorts, and a loose University of Alabama tee shirt cropped just below her breasts. Every pull was a dance in beauty and poetry.
Silky wore a near matching outfit, save her 'wife beater' tee shirt said "National Champions 13." She jiggled more, as she had bigger breasts. Neither had bothered with a bra.
"George! Thank God you're home!" they said in synchrony.
"OK, ladies, put the bag down and step away," he said with a mock frown.
They started talking at the same time, and he held his hands up to signal silence. "Jess, you first." That brought intense green eyes to him with murderous overtones, but he had to start somewhere.
"Silky's lost it! Totally! She has decided that plastic dildos damage the ecology. She's nuts!"
"I am not crazy! They do too hurt the world! Think about the penguins!"
Based on this alone, he would have sided with Jess, but he knew Silky rarely went totally off the reservation.
"Where did this idea come from, Silky?" he asked.
"I read about it. On line, on Literotica dot com." Silky sensed this reference lacked academic authority, and amended her approach. "They talked about eco-friendly penis replacements, and how plastic ones killed animals and stuff. So I looked it up. At www dot succorious. And their research shows that one hundred million plastic penises have been thrown away each of the last five years. It's an environmental catastrophe! They end up polluting our streams and rivers and oceans. And wait 'til you see the video of the poor manatees!"
"Manatees!" This stretched even George's imagination. "What does that have to do with ya'll and this bag?"
"Silky decided to re-cycle all the vibrators and dildos in the house, including mine. Without my permission!"
"I'm replacing them, damnit! With bio-degradable ones! From www dot succorious."
George grabbed the offensive bag before it could fall into their hands again. "Jessie, how many of these things do you have?"
"Four. And they're all in that bag."
"Silky, how many do you own?"
"Isn't that question a little personal? I mean, I don't ask YOU questions about YOUR sex life. I don't even want to know when and where you masturbate, or even if you DO, GesΓΊ Bambino! And underwear! Do I tell you what to wear, or when? Do I set you up to shave or not shave? One little blow job, ok it was the wrong guy, but how was I supposed to know?? Did I give up my pussy hair for the team? Do I get any credit for my sacrifice? No, Ha! Nobody cares! I might as well do the Whiskey Dance for a total stranger, as much good as it does me. I just want to stop pollution..."
"Silky, enough!" George got loud, and she got quiet. "How many?"
"Several. A bunch. Maybe a dozen. Or two, Certainly less than 30. I know way less than 40!"
"Why would you have so many vibrators and dildos? A few months ago you were convinced they caused insanity!"
"That was just ignorance. Once I understood it was ok, healthy even, I got interested." She held up her hand, and counted her fingers in a professorial mode. "You've got the pocket rockets, the clit butterflies, the eggs, the jack rabbits (I LIKE them) and the waterproof ones to use in the tub, and the benwa balls, but they're really more exercise, you want me to be healthy don't you? I mean, what if I got a pussy cramp? Then..."
"Silky." George's tone brooked no playing. "First, all my sex life is with ya'll. You're right there when I do anything. Some of what you're talking about it the very reason I have to discipline both of you occasionally..."
"Occasionally! Like every friggin night!" That slipped out of Jess.
"I have to discipline both of you occasionally, but that doesn't explain when you have time to ever use these. When?"
"Well, the pocket rocket fits in a purse for simplicity. The waterproof, duh! And sometimes I get home before you, and I'm super horny, so I take a quick turn with old Jack Rabbit (did I say I LIKED him?)"