“Tell me about her.” “You know who Stacey is,” I grumble. “Don’t make me talk about her.” “We have fuck all else to do,” he replies, the mattress squeaking as he lies down again. “Come on. I’ve sucked your dick, for fuck’s sake. You can at least appease me by telling me who actually made you hard.” I grimace. “If you ever speak of that again, or any of the other times, I’ll put a bullet in your heart.”
