Chapter 57

So…so many regrets. Scooter’s stomach clenched and all the blood in his body made a mad dash for his dick, which stirred with interest. Down, boy. “What’d you used to want to do when you grew up?”

Andy stiffened, just a little, the way he did anytime someone mentioned the past, but he shook it off. “When I was really little, I wanted to be Batman,” he offered, laughing. “But I took apart my dad’s very expensive espresso machine when I was about six, and put it together again so it worked a little better—tamped down the beans harder, for a better caffeine hit—so it’s pretty much been mechanics for me since day one.”