Luckily, we reached the summit before he started, because I didn’t want to miss a thing. “Just the highlights please,” I asked, knowing that given an inch, he would take a mile. And speaking of inches…
“Well, let’s just say, little Chuckles isn’t so little,” Sparkle said as he got into the now-burning-up car.
“How not so little?” I asked, also getting into the car. Though, thanks to whatever it was I had taken, I barely noticed the searing heat.
“Um, hmm,” Sparkle muttered, rummaging around the car. “See this can of Diet Coke?”
I gulped. Certainly it couldn’t be that big. “Not that big?” I asked, just a bit frightened.
“Oh, hell no. I just wanted a Diet Coke. Damn, I’m thirsty.”
I smacked him hard on his arm. “Fucker, play fair,” I yelled and slapped him again.
“Ow, Girlfriend, trim
