"Keep that pathetic, shit-talk up and I won't want to be your friend, you big vagina," Gibsie snorted. "What if she doesn’t want to be my friend," he mocked and then snorted, "Go home and find your balls – remember who the fuck you are – and while you're at it, have a pull on your dick, too. Even if you pass out from the pain, having an orgasm has to be worth it." "So, you'll help me?" I asked, choosing to ignore his last jibe. "Have an orgasm?" Gibsie shot back with a shake of his head. "I love you, lad. But not enough to get you off." "Fuck off," I grumbled.
