SPICER GRAY
“Inhale. Bend. Pull your hair back or let me do it for you, close your eyes, then suck. How hard is that?” He tells me, irritatedly.
He is right but I don’t want to tell him he is. I can’t do it.
He hits me on the shoulder, making me move
“Watch me.” He says.
Water flowing follows the hissing sound. He whines, “I ask you to suck and you act as if I have asked you what the chemical formula of…”
He pauses when we hear movements. I want the world to swallow me alive. Amma grunts, “for f**k’s sake, you two get a room. How do you expect some of us to sleep when you are talking about sucking and blowing?”
“Amma, it is not…”
“Xander, Spicer, I don’t care what you do. Just do it somewhere else.”
We turn around after we hear her voice receding. Damn! I am grumpy, but that she
