“Uh, no. Listen, Mann, were you serious about doing this again?”
I zipped up my fly, asking casually over my shoulder, “This?”
“Forget about it, it was just the champagne talking.”
I actually felt disappointed. I couldn’t let him know that, so I gave him a smile that was the one I used when I wanted foreign dignitaries to think they had put one over on me.
But this wasn’t the end, and I wasn’t going to let him think it was.
“I never kid about something like ‘this’, Mark. Next time I’d like to do it when we haven’t polished off a bottle of champagne. And don’t tell me that’s the only way you can get it up for me, because we both know otherwise. Now, where are my shoes?”
The sudden change of subject off-balanced him. “Uh, you took them off in the living room.”
“That’s right, and then
