Chapter 20
I carried the platter of vegetables outside, placing it on the table we had set up under the awning. I went to dip my finger in the tzatziki when a hand slapped mine away.
“Keep your dirty fingers out of the dip, Bondi—I don’t know where they’ve been.”
I stuck out my tongue at Min, who sneered as she placed the plate of hotdog buns next to the veggies.
“Is he fingering everything again, Mindy?” called Jer from the barbeque.
“You’d think he’d have enough of fingering, with the amount of s*x these two boys have, even after two years,” said Gran as she emerged from the kitchen, carrying plates. “Lora and her man are here, by the way.”
From behind Gran, Scott stepped out, his heels clicking on the deck. He was in full drag, like he was almost daily, now that he’d won Queen
