Status Updates From The Reed Security Relations...

Boxers are out. A woman wants to see her man’s package on full display in his underwear. Buy yourself some boxer-briefs.
Sweatage is a problem with boxer-briefs. There’s not a whole lot you can do to prevent this. And at the end of the night, the last thing you want is her face near your sweaty ball sack. Dab a small amount of cologne down there to help mask the smell.

Now that we’ve gone over one night stand rights, here are bedroom rights on the off chance that you are asked back:
1. Do not expect the man to clean you up. This isn’t a romance novel, and men don’t actually do that shit. If you don’t want to sleep in sweat and cum, get your ass up and take a shower.

“Sinner—”
“Holy fuck. You faked having man pains? You’re sick!”
“I couldn’t go through with it!” I shouted. “I knew I needed to, but it’s just not natural for a man to have something like that removed.”
He stared at me in anger for a moment. “I had that part of me removed! I thought we were in it together! V brothers to the end!”
“V brothers?” Rocco asked.
“Vasectomy brothers,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“You’re fucking perfect, Lollipop.” My hand slipped down her waist to the band of her pants. I could already feel her soft curls sliding through my fingers and my cock jumped to attention. “And I still want to lick every inch of you, until I get to the moist…” I slid my finger through her wet folds. “Hot….” I dipped a finger inside her and licked at her neck. “Center of that lollipop.”

A slight smirk crossed his face. “I triple dog dare you.”
My heart pounded in my chest as I glanced at Coop, who was laughing hysterically. It was do or die time. I had won the thumb war, but still ended up losing. I was constantly mocked for the stupid nickname they all gave me. If I didn’t do this, it would never end. I would be the guy that backed down from a triple dog dare.

“Some would say that he knew what he wanted and he took the risk,” Burg said.
“Yeah, but Reese didn’t feel the same way. In fact, they hadn’t even gone on a date yet. He was Knight, only he wasn’t dark and smoldering. He was irritating and clumsy,” Ice said. “He bought her a damn wreath.”

Knight pushed off the wall. “Let me just point out the flaw in your plan. First, you do realize that just because you write a damn rulebook, that doesn’t mean that any of them will actually follow it. It’s not legally binding.”
“It’ll be laminated,” Sinner said.
“Again, not legally binding.”