Wild Card

by Elsie Silver

“Only you could make giving me a kidney about yourself. Oh please, Clyde, let me give you a kidney so I can feel better about myself,” he teases in a whiny voice.

“Clyde, for fuck’s sake, I’m trying to give you an organ, and you’re sitting here shit-talking me to my face.”

He grins. “That you’d miss me if I died and that you desperately want to save your best friend’s life.” My eyes roll. Best friend. “No kidney for you. I take it back.”

“I bet Bash loves being referred to as your ‘match made in heaven.’” A mischievous grin curves across his wrinkled lips. “He hates it. Still giving me a kidney, though.”

“Sunning his perineum?” Gwen snorts an unladylike laugh, her shoulders shaking with the effort of restraining herself. “That’s what he called it. In my head, I’ve been calling it tanning his taint.”

“Mm-hmm. Taint tanning is all the rage these days. You’ll have to try it.”