Eight
Dial Down the Crazy
Hailey“A twist!” Jenny crows the next morning, peering over my shoulder at the screen.
“The plot thickens,” I agree in a serious tone.
We stare at the photo for three more seconds, then turn to each other and burst out laughing. Between hysterical giggles, I manage to get the gist of Mr. d**k’s latest order. He’s in the market for double-sided tape so he can ensure that his neon-green Speedo doesn’t ride up. Though maybe we should be calling him Mr. Butt now, because the attached pic features a back view of him in said neon-green Speedo—and yes, it’s totally riding up. His buttocks are round, taut, and tanned. They’re kind of appealing, actually.
“Man, I could bounce quarters off that ass.” The deep voice causes both Jenny and me to jump in surprise. I swivel
