Page 134 of Devil’s Disciples

“So, what happened?” Reno asked.

“Her husband was trying to rape her. So, I beat his ass. Then, she asked me out on a date. So, on Saturday night, we went out. While we were eating our tacos, she gave me some speech about how good she sucked cocks. After our date, I whacked off a couple of times thinking about it. That was the last time.”

“Wait a minute,” Reno said. “Her husband was trying to rape her? A woman can’t be raped by your husband. When she signs the marriage documents, she gives it up for life.”

“No means no,” Baker argued. “Husband or not.”

“According to you,” Reno said.

“According to the law,” Baker responded.

Reno looked at Tito and raised his brows.

“Baker’s right,” Tito said. “No means no. Husband, or not. If she said ‘no’, and he proceeded, the law says he can be charged with rape.”

“I’ll be damned,” Reno said. He shifted his eyes to meet mine. “So, you whacked off after your date, and haven’t done it since? Why not?”

“You didn’t let me finish my story,” I said.

He leaned against the back cushion of the couch and crossed his arms over his chest. “Proceed.”

“Ends up the guy was her ex-husband,” I said. “And, after all of her blowjob talk on Saturday, she invited me over for dinner on Sunday night. After dinner, I’m getting ready to leave, and I look over, and she’s on her knees giving me bedroom eyes.”

“On her knees where?” he asked.

My eyes thinned in response to his foolish question. “On the fucking floor, you idiot.”

“I’m not an idiot,” he barked. “Bedroom? Bathroom? Garage? Living room?”

“What the fuck’s it matter?” I asked.

“I need to get a mental picture and I want it to be accurate.”

“Breakfast nook,” I said. “Between the table and the sink.”

His eyes thinned. “She just got on her knees, right there in the kitchen? After dinner?”

“Yep.”

“And, she’s a big-tittied hottie?”

“Yep.”

He looked at Goose.

Goose nodded. “She’s smokin’ hot. Older, but smokin’hot.”

“Older?” He shifted his eyes to me. “How old?”

“Fuck, I don’t know,” I said, even though I knew exactly what her age was.

“So, what happened?”

“I been trying to tell you for an hour,” I complained. “If you’d quit asking questions, I’ll let you know what happened.”

“I’m done. Go ahead.”

“Okay. Now, I’m not one to argue with a bitch if she wants to suck my cock, so I unzipped my pants and flopped the fucker out.”