“Can I give you my phone number?” I stared blankly at him. “Lad, I’m flattered, but I like pussy.” Darren smirked. “Just take my number,” he said, retrieving a business card from his coat pocket. “Call that number when you’re ready.” “Wait!” I called after him, but he was already walking away. “When I’m ready for what?” He didn’t respond.
Darren gained some respect
