“You say that. But I’m ’zactly like him. I jerk off in the bathroom thinking about you. Well, not anymore.” She was quiet for a beat, and then her fingers were on my necktie. “Why not?” “Doesn’t seem right. You’re right outside the door. It’s disrep—disruh—dis-re-spect-ful,” I enunciated clearly. I was so fucking tired.
