“Let’s get a fresh beer, then I’m gonna go in for the kill,” Amanda said resolutely as she tugged me toward the keg. “Can I suggest not opening with a question about whether or not he’s ever tried to clench a piece of paper between his cheeks?” “You can suggest, my friend, but that doesn’t mean I’ll listen.” “No doubt.” I was almost certain she’d be feeling up the guy’s ass within seconds.
