“They’d only pump him out in the hospital anyway.” “Exactly,” Gibsie agreed, patting Joey’s cheek. “Consider this your own personal free-range stomach-pumping session—Gibsie style.” “Fuck off, ya creepy bastard,” Joey groaned, shaking from head to toe. “Normally, I would take offense at that,” Gibsie huffed. “But considering we’re in a shower together and your naked ass is pressed to my dick, I’m going to let that comment slide because I, too, find this situation slightly creepy.” “He’s saving your neck,” I growled.
