I scan the room once more. As expected, not a damn thing piques my interest, just like nothing did last night or the night before or the week be-fucking-fore. I’m off my game. My dick game, that is. The poor fucker hasn’t seen the sun in a hot minute. It’s sad ass shit, like a bad BJ where there’s no fire above my groin and no curling of my toes in my Timbs. Yeah, guys’ toes curl just the same as girls’ do.
