Chapter 23

“First, you love fuck your love camel.” Goose overruled me. “Then we sleep, Pancake O’Hanlon.”

“Pancake? Was that subliminal? Are you hungry?”

Goose laughed. “Slip of the tongue.”

“I thought I had those.”

“Fewer and fewer, and anything your tongue does is fine by me.”

“Oh my.”

“Pancakes after. On the other hand, I never did come up with a nickname as catchy as Love Camel. Fuck me…Pancake.”

I wondered if it would stick.