“What did you say back to that?” I grinned deviously. “I told him to spray some perfume on his pillow, turn off the lights, and get reacquainted with his hand.” Joey threw his head back and laughed. “Vicious.” “Yeah, well, he earned it with that line.” I laughed. “I mean, come on! What did he think I was going to do? Run over to his house and rub myself all over his mattress like a tomcat scenting its territory? The deluded eejit.”
