Chapter Thirty-Nine
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TANK PICKED ME up in his dad’s black Suburban.
“So, how was the reception?” he asked, as we drove back toward it.
“Good.”
“You work things out with Adriana?”
I grinned. “Yes I did. A few times.”
He chuckled. “Can I smell your finger? I didn’t get any tonight. Least you can let me do.”
I held up my middle finger.
Tank laughed.
“Didn’t you get your BJ?”
His smile fell. “No. She took off. I’m supposed to call her tomorrow.”
“You going to?”
“She’s a f*****g contortionist. Of course I’m going to call her.”
I laughed.
“So, you going to make Adriana your Old Lady now, or what?”
“As far as I’m concerned, she is my Old Lady.”
“You need to make it official.”
“I will. Just need to ease her into it.”
“Ease her into it? You must really dig this chick,” he
