“That’s so sick, Lance,” Andrea whispers, unconsciously glancing down at his crotch.
Lance raises her hand to his mouth and lightly nips the tip of her finger. “You’re too imaginative,” he says. “Have you ever heard of a p***s cocktail?”
“I was just guessing based on the shape,” Andrea says, feeling defensive.
Lance smirks at her and says, “You think I’m twisted, but you came up with that idea all by yourself.”
“Well, maybe it’s not such a bad idea,” Andrea snaps. “If you ever cheat on me, I can cut your d**k off and give it to you in a bottle of wine.”
“What a vicious mind, you have,” Lance says. “But tell me, if you cut my d**k off how would you ever get satisfaction?”
“I’d rather not have that kind of satisfaction,” she says, rolling her eyes.
Lance gives her a long, serious
