“I sure am,” he answers ambiguously. “Give me three minutes, and I will be ready.”
“But,” I start, and as my eyes follow his, looking down at his erect d**k, I go quiet.
“It’s f*****g out of the question that I can go out tonight with this, here,” he nods towards his crotch. “See you in three minutes at the kitchen,” he says, and passing by me, he plants a kiss on my mouth.
“All right,” I groan, taken aback, and this moment I seriously consider calling off our evening plans.
After checking out a few places and walking around downtown Newcastle, we wind up at a relatively modern pub called O’Donoghue’s. The place is crammed, so we can’t find a free table for ourselves. Not that we are in the mood for sitting around with Nola. We end up settling by the bar, and Rafe orders Murphy’s for u
