Plus, I could smell sex like a mile away. Hmm, maybe this was my gift. “Not in front of the…” she continued to spell out the word manicurist. “Um, Charlie, you know they can spell, right? So, how was it, and how big is he? My guess is huge ‘cause you haven’t worn your really high pumps all week.” “Holy shit, Eric, do you have some sort of sex radar? His size is… well, it’s… perfect.” “Damn, girl, you got it bad.” “I do not!”
