Chapter 60

“What the fuck?” With his pants around his ankles, Shawn stumbled a second time, and once again ended up on the floor.

“You’re not going anywhere,” I said. “CJ, can you come help me?”

He was there instantaneously with Andi.

“I hope I didn’t interrupt…”

“No. We had a wonderful time. Thank you,” Andi said.

“What the bloody Hell is going on here?”

I gave CJ a quick synopsis.

“What a wanker!”

“Wanking is pleasant. He’s a…I don’t even have a word.” I had a plan, though. “We’re gonna do some heavy haunting, teach him a lesson. Maybe Rex and my father along with him.” I told CJ what I’d come up with. “Pansy and Liu, we can use them, too.”

“Nice, mate.” CJ was all in, as usual. “What can I do?”

“Feel like writing a message for me, one from me? From me to Shawn?”

“Sure. If Jefferson can do it for Goose, I can bloody well do it for Otto-Man.”

“Duckie, you mean.”

“Duckie. Right. What do I write?” CJ was eager. “What do I write with?”