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— What do you mean Mandy... um, I mean Jake is in the hospital?! What... what happened? — Jake stammered in that still-unfamiliar, high-pitched voice, pushing himself up onto his knees, feeling how the tank top now stretched tightly over his suddenly much heavier chest.
For some reason, right at that moment, the thong that had only been uncomfortable before now felt like actual torture — like someone was deliberately yanking the straps upward, biting into the skin between his ass cheeks, leaving behind a maddening, hopeless kind of discomfort.
— Hello? — came the familiar voice of Zack, Mandy’s boyfriend, through the phone. — Hey, what’s up with you? Why are you freaking out about Jake all of a sudden? He’s a grown-ass man, not some kid going to daycare. So he ended up in the hospital — big deal, happens to everyone…
— Zack! — Too sharp, too shrill, too... feminine. Jake froze for a moment, squeezing his eyes shut. — Sorry. It's just... it’s important. Tell me, is he conscious?...