“Mike Hunt,” I read out loud. Then my eyes widen at what I just said. “You named your cat Mike…Hunt.” Sheesh, even with the pause it still sounds perverse. Chase is eyeing me strangely, like a kid who poked at a hornet’s nest and is waiting for the sting. I glance down at the unfortunate dick picture that the hairless pussy is perched on. “Mike Hunt is on your dick,” I deadpan.
