Chapter 5
“So, what shape seat do you need?” Brock asked.
They were standing in the bathroom section of the home-improvement store, a seemingly endless selection of fixtures and fittings in front of them.
“Shape?” Calvin asked, confused.
“There are two basic kinds, round and elongated.” Brock sketched with his hands.
“I have no idea.”
Brock shook his head. “How can you not know? You sat on the thing for years.”
“Yes, but I don’t have eyes in my ass.”
Brock smirked.
“Don’t go there, Gary Cooper.”
“Okay.” Brock held up his hands defensively. “Say, how’d you come to break the seat anyway?”
Calvin leaned in to Brock’s side and got under the brim of his Stetson. “While jerking off thinking about you, of course.”
Brock pulled back, looked momentarily shocked, then let out a bark of
