“Naked and on your knees.” He listens for a moment. “I will be there in twenty,” he whispers huskily and then he hangs up and disappears upstairs. We all burst into giggles. “Naked and on your knees,” Bridget whispers. “Who says that?” I smile broadly. “His brother.” “Oh, my fuck, they probably have it written down… like in a journal of hot talk,” Abbie laughs.
