33 Apocalypse Ave, Friday Afternoon into Evening

When life gives you horny pollen, make sex lemonade. Or something. Margo was a little fuzzy on whether that worked, and frankly, she didn't really care. She had an itch and she knew a hot dominatrix.

And their schedules finally matched up just right. Thank fuck.

"Right, I think that's enough shit to keep us hydrated," Margo muttered, eyeing her collection of water bottles critically.

Snacks? Check.

Toys? Also check.

Irene? ... Still in absentia.

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