“Thanks for dinner, Dickie,” he said. “I met Raul here on the beach today. He wants to take me dancing! Isn’t he the sweetest? I knew we’d end up on the plaza; I told him he could come get me here!”
Colin’s face said he was waiting for me to gush, What a clever idea!, with equal enthusiasm. “Yeah, but…” was the most I could manage.
“We’ll get to that,” Colin assured me, turning loose Raul’s torso long enough to cup my blue balls. “But save it for me, ‘K? I’ll come by later. I figured a local contestant would shake things up a little bit, I can’t have you and Quinoa getting complacent.” Here he threw me a wink, then clasped his hands again around his new toy. “Every good dating show needs a twist, Dickie. Can you imagine twisting around anything cuter than Raul?”
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