She interjects quickly, throwing up her hands. “What if I can’t ever give you a blow job?” she asks, a little hysterical now. “I mean, what if that’s on the blacklist? That’s not right, Lo! You have needs too!” I’m grinning and trying so hard not to laugh. It’s probably shitty that my smile has spread to new proportions, but I can’t help it. Not when she’s freaking out over this. “This isn’t funny!” she shouts, but her lips start to rise, mimicking mine. “Stop. I’m being serious.” “I’m sorry.” I can’t even pretend to sound apologetic, nor can I stop smiling. “It’s just cute.”
