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...at him. "What the hell?"
"It's gone! It's gone! Vicky, you gotta help me get it back! Please!" He was on the verge of tears.
Seeing him so anxious made her forget her anger for the moment. "All right, all right! Calm down, Timmy! What's gone?"
"My . . . my thing . . . my penis! It's . . . it's gone!" he grimaced.
"Really now?" she smirked, "This I gotta see! Take your pants off!"
Tootie, who had been listening from downstairs, felt her jaw drop at those words.
"But . . . you're gonna laugh!" he said.
"No, I'm not! So drop 'em already!" Timmy did as he was told.
Vicky stared blankly at his male "vagina," then turned around in an effort to stifle a guffaw. Tears began building in her eyes, and she tried hard not to fall to the floor laughing. "Stay put. I'll be right back!" She ran into her sister's room and threw a pillow over her face to muffle her laughter. This is better than any retribution I could think of! she snickers.
She returns to her room with a tube of personal lubricant and a flashlight.
"What . . . what are those for?" Timmy gulped.
"Well, I need to do a little inspection to find out where 'winky' is hiding!" she said with a devious grin. "Sit down,...