Kayla came home to The Allman Brother playing off in the living room and a single peach resting on the kitchen counter, beneath it a note: Take off your clothes and join me in the living room.

She followed the instructions to find Layla lying on the ottoman, her legs spread.

“Is this for me?” Kayla asked, brandishing the peach.

“Go ahead, lick it,” Layla said.

Kayla aligned the peach so the place where the skin was slightly bruised and resembled nothing so much as an aroused vulva faced her mouth. She kissed it first and then licked. “Good,” she said. “Almost as good as the real thing.”