Sssshhh.
My stomach is talking. Usually, he talks a little, but just at a whisper so only I can hear his sweet nothings. But at the moment, he’s shouting. I don’t think he’s happy. Maybe I should lavish him with more care and attention. A stomach spa perhaps? Where dozens of stomachs can be free from their owners for a few days, enjoy a relaxing enzyme cleanse or perhaps meet a lovely lady stomach for a heady mix of bile and romancing. I wonder if sphincters can kiss.
