Chapter 67

“I like cock a lot. I like Calloway’s,” she’d repeated several times, “but as long as we’re both completely honest about the whole thing, why shouldn’t I play a bit if I feel like it?”

I had no answer for that. Why not? I hadn’t really felt like it. Okay, that was a lie. I felt like it a lot, but I’d become far too busy to pursue sex. I could satisfy myself, for the most part, with a little help from the Internet and pictures of Cal.

“She’s down with me getting with you, Wats. It was her idea,” Cal told me, there amongst the cars and people getting in them after the swim meet. “It’s her fantasy, really.”

“Shh.”

“Ask her.”

I pulled out my phone to take him up on the bluff.

“You need the number?” he asked.

“Nope.” I swiped the screen of my phone until Caryn came up.