The next day at work was a pretty typical day for Marshall, most of it being spent warding off Kip’s constant attempts at getting Marshall laid interspersed with requests for Marshall’s advice on girls. Why he simultaneously needed so much advice while giving so much advice was baffling to Marshall, but he noticed the more he talked to Kip, the more work Kip did.
During their ride home at the end of the day, Kip asked once again, “Come with me tonight?”
“Kip, man, no. I am exhausted.”
“Ass and titties, dude. That’ll perk you right up.”
Marshall could not believe he was even considering going to a strip club with Kip. “Naw, I better not. Maybe next time.”
“Sure,” said Kip. His mouth flattened into a straight line as he turned his attention to the road. “Whatever you say.”
Marshall fel
