Nothing but the sound of water raining down. And then: “A deal? On air?” “Yeah, I took it to that shop over on Renfrew, and they knocked the price down to four hundred dollars!” The water stops, silence hanging heavy in the air as steam seeps from the bathroom. Slow as molasses, Garrett appears in the doorway, naked, soaking wet, not even bothering to cover his XL cock. “Pardon?” “A hundred bucks a tire! For premium air! Can you believe it?” “P … Premium air?” “They said they normally charge double!” “Oh my God.” His hands come up, head moving rapidly between them like he isn’t sure what to
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