“Does it bother you that everyone can see his balls through that singlet?” Allison asks. “Oh my god, Allison, you can’t just say shit like that!” “What! Why? I’m just saying what you’re thinking. Be honest. I mean…that junk is right. There.” “Right, but I don’t need to hear about it.” Because now all I’m going to be doing is looking at it. “Face it, James: every girl in here is checking out his cock-a-doodle-do.”
