“Where’s your beefy boxer sidekick with the long dick?” he asked in a snippy manner.
“He’s not my sidekick, Chad.”
“So he’s not bending you over your sofa like I used to do?”
“No,” I said, shaking my head.
“That’s too bad for you. You always did like a hefty fuck over your sofa.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “You’re an asshole, Chad. Do you know that?”
“Some guys think so, but my new boyfriend doesn’t.”
I had to ask, “Who’s that?”
“Cody Maslow.”
“The lightweight boxer?”
“That’s him.”
“You’re lying to me just for the attention.”
Cody had married recently and adopted a daughter. His wife, Lori, ended up pregnant with their second child. I knew that because Cody had a membership at Ranard’s. Besides, the ring world comprised a small list of boxers who knew about other boxers, right? Why wouldn’t we?
He shook his head and said, “I’m not lying. I swear to God.”
Again, I rolled my eyes. “Cody’s straight. He wouldn’t go anywhere near a dick.”