“What the f**k do you want?”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “I seem to be getting that response a lot.”
“You have that effect on people, Barry. Or maybe it’s just me.”
“Probably just you, Jeff.” Jeff was dressed like a boy. Jeff still lived in the same apartment about fifteen minutes from my house. Jeff answered the door in a tank top and running shorts that left very little to the imagination. FYI, I have a very fertile imagination. Also FYI, it was hard to look up as opposed to down as he stood there scowling at me. Did I mention that Jeff was hung like a Yule log? I did? Well, it bears repeating. Because he was also hung like a bear. Basically, he was hung like anything that was hung. Whales come to mind.
“I was just going for a jog.”
I nodded. “I can see that.”
He smirked. “What wi
