She's lump...she's lump...she's lump...

I apparently have a lump in the vag again. Some of you may recall last year's lump incident, but while that one was about the size of a seed bead, this one is about the size of a pea. Probably nothing, but best to check.

The husband found it. I had just worked him over with some oral magic and he was going in for the kill when he whipped his hand back like it was on fire.

H: "You've got a lump in there!"
K: "Really? Where?"
H: [pushes on it] "There."
K: [feels around] "Oh yeah, huh, whaddya know."
H: "That wasn't there before. Are you gonna call the doctor?"
K: "Yeah, yeah, I'll call Monday." [continues to grope husband]
H: [mini-H deflating fast, despite best efforts] "Aren't you worried?"
K: "There's not a fuckin' thing I can do about it until Monday, can we just do this?"
H: [mini-H reaches maximum flaccidity] "Well what do you think it is, should we google it?"
K: "Dude, whatever, I can do that later...can you just fuck me now?"
H: [looks down] "We're gonna have to start over..."
K: "It's probably nothing, can't worry about it now...God, the least you could do is give a girl her last big O before she dies of hoo-ha cancer."


He didn't like that.


He's worried, and that's sweet, but girls have so many defective parts that bumps pop up in the oddest of places and disappear like they were never there sometimes...so it's most likely nothing. So I see the miniature Asian man with small hands tomorrow, and hopefully he'll keep his lube prescription to himself this time.