“Yeah, well,” he said warily, “your dick is hard, dude, and it’s kind of freaking me out. We’ll talk later.” And he abruptly grabbed his plate and can of soda, getting up and leaving the kitchen. I looked down to see, indeed, I was still completely jacked up from the episode outside. My chest shook with laughter. “You don’t like it?” I called after him. “Freud said everyone was bisexual, right?” “Yeah, fuck you,” he shot back. I let my head fall back, laughing my ass off.
