“You’re such a…a…a wanker!” I laughed because in all honesty, what else could I do? “I feel like it’s on me,” he groaned. “Is it on me?” Gagging, he twisted around from side to side, trying to get a better view of his back. “I feel like it’s touching my skin!” Glaring at me, he spat out, “I feel fucking violated, Johnny!” “It’s not touching you,” I choked out, hardly able to draw a breath at this stage, as I threw his pants back at him. “You’re grand, I promise—”
