“He needs all this to get it up then?” I ask, tossing the box in the trash. “I’m probably not the best judge for you in that case. I was happy to fuck you in a torn, old T-shirt.” “Yes well, you were a college boy. He’s a man. More sophisticated tastes and all that.” She smirks. “Go put it on then.” I grab a potholder and pull the pizza out of the oven. “You can give me a show with dinner. I can try to imagine what the fuck having sophisticated taste feels like while I down this beer.”
