Larry Lives Again Part II
Cheyenne and her friends, Ashley, Auzia, and Latishia, dove into the box like treasure hunters, fingers grazing over Erin’s intimate keepsakes. Larry’s absence left them free to explore his late wife’s cache, tucked away in the back of his closet. The air was thick with dust motes dancing in the slanting light; a silent testament to memories long untouched. “Look at this,” Cheyenne said, lifting silk scarves, their fabric whispering secrets of nights filled with passion. Ashley reached deeper, her pixie-like features contorted with focus. Her fingertips brushed against an object that didn’t match the texture of scarves or lingerie. She pulled it out, eyes widening—the strap-on dildo, bold and unapologetic, among the lace and silk. “Wow,” Auzia breathed, her eyes dancing between the silicone intruder and her friends. Latishia cocked her head, her lips …