“Tell him the other bit,” Paj said with a wicked grin. Shed blushed. “I’ve, ah, heard from other guys who’ve gotten them,” Shed said, not meeting Holden’s eyes. “Apparently there’s a period while you’re still building identification with the prosthetic when whacking off feels just like getting a hand job.”
LOLOLOL! I love these guys! That's grease-monkey/kitchen talk right there.
