finding Diesel lying on the dining room table with a weird, vacant, dreamy look on his face. “D, you okay?” Then I notice his hand is in his pants. “Dude, what the fuck? We eat there!” He blinks and carries on wanking as he meets my eyes. “I’m remembering the other night.” He sighs. “It was so good.” “This is so fucked up. Don’t stare into my eyes, that’s so weird!” I snarl, as I stride away, shaking my head and texting Ryder to buy a new dining table. No way can I eat there now. I hear him groan behind me. “I’m finished now if you wanna talk, man!” he calls after me, laughing. Crazy bastard.
