“Yes, sir. We are aware you have a penis,” I blurt. “I’m sure it’s quite sturdy, given your ability to strap suitcases to a roof, but if you’re looking for payment, I’m sorry to say we’re both lesbians. Lovers, actually. This is my lover.” I grip Dakota even tighter. “We would be terrible at anything you’re interested in. Fumbly hands and terrible mouth diameter.”
