With a huff, she marched out to the office, and my brother watched with a gooey look in his eyes. “Sap,” I told him. “She’s amazing,” he said. “I love watching her scare the shit out of people.” “Let me guess, she likes to tie you up in bed and walk on your back with stilettos.” He smacked me on the shoulder. “Brother, if I wouldn’t make you feel woefully inadequate, I’d tell you just how wrong you are. But I’ll take pity on you since you probably haven’t gotten laid in a decade because you’re such a troll.”
