Chapter 11

“All right. Back to Red Light, Yellow Lab, Green Eyes,” he said, as Ginger, who always ran ahead, stopped to look back to make sure we were still coming. “I think you said he was drinking something, right?”

“Yes, His lips parted just so made me picture them taking in the tip of my dick.”

“Forget your dick a moment.”

“I bet you can’t, after seeing it hard and cummy.”

“Fighting to suppress the memory even as we speak.” He glanced at my crotch. “Was the cup like a travel mug, or was it the disposable kind, from, say, Starbucks, Dunkin’ Donuts…?”

“McDonald’s! It was from McDonald’s.”

Ginger whipped around as if I’d scolded her.

“Sorry, babe.”

“Well, there’s a clue,” Major said.

“Yeah?” I was momentarily excited. “To what?”