Griff scooted closer to where I sat at the picnic table. “Hey, Jamie, I keep forgetting to ask. Mom wants to know if you’ve heard from the San Diego Zoo lately to see how the peacock is doing with the implanted feathers.” Teddy’s face split into a wolfish grin, and he turned to shoot cobalt lasers at me. “Yes, Jamie, how is your cock now? Is it in good hands?” That smug motherfucker. “My cock has never been better, Griff. Thanks for asking.”
