Chapter 112: EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED: FLYNN

"Hello? Sure, he's right here in front of me, wet and wanting, hang on and I'll pass you over," Valerie said, still looking sleepy as she gave me her cute sexy smile. She raised her eyebrow when her eyes dropped to my rigid length. "We weren't disturbing you, were we?" she mumbled in her croaky just awake voice.

I shook my head at her sassy comment and chuckled because a couple of minutes later they may well have been. As she handed me the phone, there was a knock on the front door. Valerie grabbed a robe that was hanging on the door and left me to go down to answer it.

The call was Clayton, my lawyer. He rang me to say that Tyler Chisholm wanted a plea bargain for admitting Bernie gave Craig and me opiates via the last bottles of drinking water we'd drank shortly before the end of their last concert.