10
Jagger
I rush through the doors of my buddy Leo’s dog store/spa, Canine Couture. “She’s going to be the death of me.”
Teegan’s girly giggling floats through the store and by the time I weave through all the sequin and satin doggie clothes, Teegan hops off a stool, straightening her blouse while Leo keeps his back to me, clearly doing a little adjusting of his own. I’ve done the move plenty, I’m not a moron.
“This just compounds my blue dick.”
“It’s balls,” Teegan corrects me.
“Which one of us has them? The condition has officially moved up into my d**k now.”
She rolls her eyes, sitting back on the stool and grabbing her computer, placing it on her lap. Leo finally turns around and props himself up on the counter.
“Did you think she’d sleep with you?” he asks.
“I heard about the
