“Fine,” he drawled. “I would love nothing better than to see you justify that answer.”
“Fine,” I said back at him, staring him down. “Because it’s the one thing about me that I know is really f*****g good. I don’t have a lot going for me. I don’t have a rich family, or a great job, or a charming personality. But I’ve got a great c**k and I know how to use it. That may not be much in the overall scheme of things, but it’s something.”
He seemed to think about that for a minute. Then he nodded. “Fair enough. Your turn.”
I grinned. “What’s your favorite position? During s*x, of course.”
He frowned, started to take off his glasses, and I stopped his comment by shaking my finger at him. “Don’t even start. Just because it doesn’t fall under your realm of questioning doesn’t mean I can’t ask i
