Chapter 10

“Tell me.”

“Our George has acquired a stalker.”

“Really? How so?”

“There’s this nerdy little guy who follows us into the steam room at the Y, where he makes puppy dog eyes at George and jerks off.”

“That’s sick.”

“Not exactly sick,” I said, “but more than a bit sad and pathetic.”

“What are you going to do about it?” she said.

“Ignore him. What else can I do?”

“You could lure him into a dark alley and beat the crap out of him,” she said.

“Deb!” I said. “Surely you jest.”

“Maybe. What I should have said is that you could lure him into a dark alley and fuck his brains out.”

“That wouldn’t work,” Mike said. “I know the type. He’d love it and just come back for more. George would never shake him off after that.”