Chapter 3
Emery: Two stars. Snot green shirt. Sneezy little guy. Blamed Spud before even getting in the van. Blond. Short. Big wild hair. Facial scruff. Small feet. Small d**k? Chatterbox. Probably talks the whole time he’s f*****g.
“Hi. Nice to meet y—A-achoo!”
Emery wiped his nose on the hem of his T-shirt. He had a hairy belly, all golden and thick. AC would have given him five stars just for that had he seen it earlier. It might be worth a rating update somewhere along the journey, maybe one for Manny, too, who didn’t seem nearly as grumpy by the end of two hours.
“I know we met once.” Emery smiled. “Out in the parking lot before we took…” He was distracted by something on his phone screen and picked up where he’d left off after a few seconds. “Off. Before we took off.” He still ke
