“When the fuck did I agree to you tattooing my dick?” “You remember!” “I remember that insane conversation, yes. But I don’t remember agreeing to it.” “Oh. Wait.” I tap my temple. “That’s right. Tattooing it was a firm no.” “Very firm.” “You agreed to letting me ride your dick whenever I want. That was the compromise you suggested.” He nods, licking his lips. “I’m a smart guy.”
