“What are you thinking?” he asked, sidestepping a berry bush. “I’m thinking that I shouldn’t have let you talk me out of bitch-slapping Cynthia for ripping your clothes.” Riley swatted a gnat. “I’m also thinking that I don’t like that she saw us fucking.” “Is she the type to gossip?” “Depends on the topic. Why?” “If she goes around telling people how big my dick is, you might find yourself with some competition, even if I am an asshole.”
