I squirt some cream cleaner into his Belfast sink. “Ok, so he likes pornography. Anything else I should know?”
“He has cases full of s*x toys in his dressing room, all lined up ready to go.”
“Ready to go where?”
“It’s none of our business. I’m just telling you so they don’t shock you too much. Some of them are… yeah, you’ll see.”
I decide to chance my luck. “Harley’s Tavern,” I say. “What is it?”
She smirks. “Maybe not so much kudos for Sonnie’s big mouth after all.”
“She told me to ask you.”
“Seriously, you don’t want to be getting any ideas.”
But I’m getting plenty. Ideas of dashing into the TV room and scrolling through that browsing history, rushing upstairs and looking through all those toys. Rolling naked in his bedsheets and waiting for him to come home, and then begging him
