A different Garden of Eden

God yanked Adam's rib out in the garden and somehow turned it into Eve. Trusting your own body heat to make the ribs is a lot less messy than trusting another person. You can't ghost your own hand. The dildo you hold says everything your ex never could and stays hard long after most guys flop and snore. Adam may have supplied the spare part, but Eve figured out how to come back twice as slick. You're sitting there, wet and open in Eden 2.0, and paradise tastes exactly like silicone with your spit on it.