You’re lettin the cold get inside.”
“I’m about to leave,” Jason said flatly, looking at me. “Just some old movie. Indian sex From the looks on Scott and Billy’s face, they seemed impressed too–everyone of course, except for Chris. He crushed the tin can in his hand and tossed it in the trash can near the back door. “B likes big dicks. Softly, he said, “No. He tried to sound confident, but there was still some shakiness to his voice. Is anybody home? Did I really just hear that? “It’s big enough.”
“Well, I’m just sayin,” Chris said. Is anybody home? Why can’t anything ever fuckin go right in my life without me gettin wrapped up in stupid, dramatic shit. The smile he usually had on his face was replaced by a horrible grimace. Chris’ face came up in my mind, and I wondered what he was doing while I was sitting in the dark with a tight-looking boy that I wanted to bone.
