Sixteen
Cole––––––––
AFTER LEAVING THE police station, I drove back to the clubhouse. Tank was still there, talking with Raptor and Tail at the bar.
“Where’ve you been all day, slacker?” joked Tail, holding a beer.
I smirked. “Cleaning up all the condoms you left in the parking lot last night. You know, correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think you can catch STDs from beating off.”
“You can if you’re Tail,” said Raptor, cracking up. “Lord only knows where those fingers have been.”
Tail flipped us both off. “At least I’m getting laid. You’re married so I know you’re not seeing any action,” he said to Raptor and then turned to me with a grin. “And you? You have no excuses... unless your d**k is as lame as your jokes.”
“I think the problem is that my d**k has shriveled up inside of me
