I hear you’re having problems with your futa-cock.”“It just vanished,” I said.“Yeah, pretty normal,” she said. “Mine vanishes at dawn. I...’ll come back at sunset. Don’t you worry.”I let out a relieved sigh. “Oh, good. Why does it do that?”“I don’t really know.” Rita yawned. “Sorry. I just got off work. Been busy healing people.”I shifted, a smile growing on my lips. “I bet. Many satisfied women.”“Many.” She gave a throaty giggle. “And I assume you had at least one of those last night. One of. ”“Daisy, do you own any sex toys?”She shamefacedly shook her head no.“How do you masturbate?”“Just with my fingers.”“Would you like some sex toys?”“I would but I’m afraid to ask my mother. She got pregnant as a teen and has been telling me all my life not to repeat her mistake so she doesn’t even want me to think about sex.”“Maybe your Daddy can give you some sex toys. Daddies like to give presents to their little girls.”“Wow, her Daddy was going to give her sex toys”, she thought. “It was good. He used his trowel to prod at the seams between the large stones, hoping they still had a while. He scraped away some grit, but the stones themselves held firm. He smiled. Even though the old temple was just the broken bones of what it had once been, it seemed the gods weren’t quite done with this place yet.It was strange seeing the room with its makeup off. He remembered when the alcove had housed a beautiful marble statue adorned with gold and silver, an effigy of one of the gods. Which one. We had just finished setting things to rights when we heard his father's voice from the upper landing, reprimanding him. Young Greg seemed to shudder briefly, or maybe he flinched, then he looked up at me and said, "Well, I'd better be off. Sorry again. Dad seems rather cross". And with that he disappeared upstairs.I went back into the flat and mentioned what had happened to Suzy. We thought nothing of it, but about half an hour later we heard voices from up above. You could tell that a man's.