“You pack four bags and forget the book?”
“I did.” He shows no guilt whatsoever, smirks at me.
“Sam is never going to forgive you.”
“We can buy new copies and have him sign them for us. It will stroke his ego, and increase his paycheck. Rent isn’t cheap in New York.”
“I should be furious at you, but I’m not,” I admit to him. “You’re lucky we’re friends and I like you.”
“You can never be furious at me.”
“You’re probably right.”
Back in the car, continuing our travels, we talk about s*x. He confirms, “We’d work out great in the sack, don’t you think?”
“How so?” I’m driving and he’s playing on his phone probably looking at porn.
“I’m a bottom and you’re a top.”
“How do you know I’m a top?”
“You’ve told me numerous times when we drink together. You get shitfaced and tell me all your
