The men, as one, sucked in a sharp breath, covering their genitals with a hand as they crossed their legs.
“She hit you? There?” Ralan was appalled.
“Yeah. With a pillow….” Fritz whimpered.
“F**k, I thought you meant a baseball bat or something! Get whipped sometime and see how you like that!” Ralan continued. “Naked, I might add. And not in a fun way.”
Romy kicked his leg to shush him. His look would have quelled a rampaging beast. Ralan clammed up immediately.
“Sounds fascinating,” Brodie said. “And yet one more facet of your life we know nothing about.”
“It’s classified,” Ralan mumbled into his coffee cup.
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