“Gotcha.”
“Play is play, and everything else is calm. You have to be calm. See?”
Python stayed put.
“What a good wittle wubby wub.” Stone bit the inside of his cheek. “How do you feel about baby talk?”
“Depends on the situation. Are we naked? Is it foreplay or during the act itself?”
“Rhetorical, right?”
“It’s weird.” Mercifully, Edison moved on. “And I don’t know how, but they feel everything through the leash. If you’re nervous, they’re nervous. If you’re hyper, they’re hyper.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
Python wasn’t a bad walker, once they really got going. Stone praised him, “Good boy, Python,” wiped the sweat from his brow, and then complimented Edison. “You’re good.”
“At two things. You seem surprised, like you’re the only one who can teach.”
Stone smiled. “His previous own
