Page 84 of Ghost

“That’s none of your business,” I said.

“You already revealed your cards, Ghost. Personally, I think it’s quite charming. To take a guy like you, who has struggled with relationships for one reason or another, and form him into a loving caring--”

“Stop,” I insisted. “I don’t want to hear it.”

“Hear what?”

“All that wishy-washy shit. I love her. She loves me. I can’t imagine life without her. That’s the beginning and the end of it. Nobody formed me into anything. I finally found the girl that makes a difference in my life, and in my way of looking at love. It’s that simple.”

He shrugged. “Okay.”

“Now, keep you little mouth shut,” I said. “Let’s go mingle.”

He gestured toward the deck. “After you.”

We joined the rest of the men on the deck while the women sat by the fountain that Goose built in the center of the yard. While they discussed decorating ideas, clothing, and makeup, we talked about camshafts, horsepower, and blowjobs.

“She can’t fit much more than the tip in her mouth,” I said. “That’s it.”

“It’s not a blowjob, then,” Cash said. “It’s a rim job.”

Baker burst into laughter. “A rim job is when a woman licks your butthole, genius.”

Cash’s eyes went thin. “I thought a rim job was when a girl licked the head of your dick?”

Baker shook his head. “Nope.”

Cash looked at Tito.

“A rim job is just as Baker said it was,” Tito said. “It’s when a man or a woman licks the area surrounding the anus, or the anus’ rim.”

“What is it when she licks the head of your dick, then?” Cash asked.

“A shitty blowjob,” Reno said with a laugh.

“She’s got a little mouth and I’ve got a big dick,” I said. “It’s fine with me.”

“Girls with little mouths have little twats,” Reno said.

“Where the fuck did you hear that?” Baker asked.

Reno crossed his arms. “It’s true.”

“That’s bullshit,” Baker huffed. “Andy’s got a big mouth, and her twat is the size of a dime.”

Reno looked at me. “What about the movie star? She got a big twat?”

I rolled my eyes. “For the sake of ending this stupid conversation, I’ll reply. No.”

“She’s got a little bitty fucker, doesn’t she?” he asked.

I cocked an eyebrow.

He raised his hands and turned his palms to face me. “I don’t need to know.”

“No,” I responded. “You sure don’t.”

“Kim can swallow a baseball bat,” Cash offered. “Without gagging.”