Sheila’s wide eyes come to me. For what, I don’t know. Help? She’s not going to get it from me. I’m so horny, I contemplated masturbating with a cucumber yesterday when I was prepping a salad for dinner. It was the only thing in the house comparable to Sir Tom, the Pussy Slayer. That’s Emmett’s cock, in case that wasn’t clear. I gesture with my hand for her to answer. “My man asked a question.”
