“And how the fuck would you know what size bra my girlfriend wears?” “Because I have eyes,” he laughed and then flung Shannon’s bra at me before diving across the bed to get away. “You know when people say they’re a great judge of character? Well, I’m a great judge of tit size–” “I hope you enjoyed your last meal, Gerard,” I snarled, leaping onto my bed stark naked. “Because you’re going to die today.” “You keep that beast away from me!” he choked out, making the sign of the cross with his index fingers. “The power of Christ compels you!”
