“Yes. People won’t notice me.” “They’re going to notice the six-foot-four man walking around with a scarf around his neck.” “Not the people I’m walking by.” “Oh-kay,” she says, giving me a once-over. “At least tuck your shirt in.” She reaches for the hem of my shirt, but I booty blast the air, backing that ass up so quick and folding over at the waist. “Penis,” I shout. “Huh?” “Uh, don’t touch my penis.”
