“Well then, I wish you both a joyous future. One that leads to the altar. With any luck she won’t like snakes.”
“Snakes?” Sxip sat up straighter. “She hates snakes.” But Sxip knew this wasn’t true.
Felicity owned a ball python named Slither.
“My wife started her career as a snake charmer. She wears her hair in a style called Medusa. She has a video game where she made the producers replicate serpents and sea snakes, and—well, never mind. I don’t want you to know who she is. Suffice it to say, she insists we do things in the bedroom with snakes that would make your skin crawl.”
Sxip jerked to attention. “Dude! I think you lost too much oxygen to your brain when you hung yourself.”
“Hanged,” Nigel corrected, then shook his head sadly. “If only she would let me go. If I had a secret fund
