Chapter 14

This is nothing like when Doc Wilson tells me to turn my head and cough. Jack’s laugh was silent, and he watched intently as a third finger disappeared into his friend’s body.

“Jesus, Jack, what the fuck are you doing?”

“Hey, I know the drill, buddy.”

“Huh? What drill?”

“You know. One finger, two fingers, three fingers, dick.”

“Where the fuck did you hear that?”

“Online. I told you I’m not completely computer illiterate.” After Tom had asked him for this favor—and after Jack had recovered from his mini meltdown—Jack had done a little research, and had found some really illuminating sites on the Web.

Tom gave a snort of laughter. “Never mind. If you aren’t trying to kill me, then just get a condom the fuck on and do me.”

“Whatever you say, buddy.”

Jack’s fingers trembled as he tore open the foil packet and withdrew the rubber.