Chapter 6

Jamie tells me, “I slept with Lenny once.”

He likes to brag about the men he’s bedded. No surprise for me. It’s old news. Who gives a shit?

I entertain him, though, and ask, “How was it?”

“What a bang,” he says, laughing. “B.F.E.”

“What’s B.F.E.?”

He laughs again. “Best fuck ever. The guy has a hose on him that’s nine inches hard, uncut, and almost two inches wide. He was on fire and knows exactly how to please me. He thumped me for an hour, and then I thumped him for almost two hours.”

“Yeah. Okay,” I say, uninterested in his tale, knowing it’s not true. “When did this happen?”

His intensely blue eyes light up. “A month ago. I stayed while he was closing up the bar. He took me back to his place on Reynolds Street. We banged boots in his flat.”

It’s bullshit. All of it. Doesn’t Jamie remember I’m close friends with Lenny’s sister? Can’t he recall that Lana and I talk almost every day via text? Obviously not.