Page 19 of Various Intentions

Taylor smiled, then laughed, then choked on his laughter and sat down beside me, fixing me with a panicked stare. “Okay, just don’t…um, follow sparkytreats19, forall that is holy…”

“Oh, for God’s sake.” I exchanged a look with Vincent, who seemed equally horrified. “Are you serious right now? Is it photos or videos? I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised.”

Taylor at least had the grace to go all red in the face. “I have my pup hood on the whole time.”

“You mean,mypup hood,” Vincent said.

Taylor narrowed his eyes at his cousin. “I thought you were acat.”

“Meow,” Matteo said, with a glint of humor in his eyes. “I don’t know what all this is about, but something tells me you are sharing racy videos…with someone?” He glanced at Vincent and me for corroboration, but we could only regard him with pity.

“Exactly,” Taylor said, with a smirk. “But they can’t identify me. At least, not by my…face.”

“Well, that’s something,” I said. “I don’t really want to talk about this anymore.”

“Neither do I,” Vincent said. “Although I do admit getting Daphne an OnlyFans account is a good idea.”

“Thank you,” Taylor said. “But explaining to her how to use it and how to upload stuff is a nightmare.”

“Oh, I’ll bet. Daphne doesn’t like to be an ingenue. She likes to be in control.”

“Yeah. Well, for now, I’m kind of her technical director, videographer and social media manager. I’ve got her up on all the relevant platforms. She’s kind of getting the hang of Facebook, hates Twitter with a passion, and so far, I’m managing her Instagram.”

“She should pay you. That’s a lot of work, Taylor.”

He shrugged. “She’s my friend. I’m helping her out.”

I nodded. “Right. But she’s getting a lot of your time for free.”

“I don’t mind. Riley helps. He thinks it’s a hoot.”

“Well, that’s good. Now, do you mind giving Matteo and Vincent and me some privacy? I want to discuss this gallery show we’re planning.”

“Sure. But, wait. Can Riley and me go?”

“If you buy tickets, I suppose so. But I am not apologizing for anything you might observe at this event.” I glanced at Vincent, who went quite red in the face.

“But…it’s an art show.”

“It’s a kinky art show.”

“Of course it fucking is. How kinky?”

“There may be naked people.”

“I think we can handle that.”

“Used as furniture.”

“Oh?”

“Or bound with rope in compromising positions.”

Taylor cocked his head. “Sounds like an evening at Daphne’s place. We’ll be there.”

“I figured.”

Taylor went upstairs, and I turned to Matteo and Vincent, bringing my hands together. “So, I have some ideas forElectric Dreams. Would you like to hear them?”