Desandra whistled quietly. “You know he’s married, right?” I asked. “I can still enjoy looking at his ass.” Her eyes lit up. Oh no. “It’s like two . . .” “No.” Desandra giggled. That was a close one. “You know, if you have certain frustrations,” Ascanio said, “I would be happy to help you work them out.” Derek looked at me, pointed at Ascanio, and punched his left palm with his right fist a few times. I shook my head. No, you can’t pummel him.
