I’m slow to push my bedroom door open, a little terrified about what I’m going to find. As it turns out, it’s Brad, nude and kneeling on the bed, a fanny pack in his grip that he’s dragging along one open palm like one might a flogger. We both stop dead when we see one another. “Holy,” Brad wheezes. “You… The tool belt, and… Naked. Joey… You’re a slutty carpenter.” “What are you doing with that fanny pack?” I have to ask. He throws it off the bed. “Nothing. Not a fucking thing. Get over here and drill me, dude!”
