I spun him to face me and he almost toppled over. Granted, I may have zip-tied his ankles a little bit too tightly for proper balance, but that was a tactical decision based on relative size. “Be honest, Junior. Has an invitation like that ever worked? Has a woman, when propositioned with a front pocket surprise, ever reached in and said ‘oooh, Junior, give me some of that surprise’? Because I’ve got to tell you, on a scale of mildly disturbing to properly revolting, a pocket surprise in your pants is about as appealing as biting into a hot dog and finding a vein.”
