Mary glanced down when her phone buzzed, and slid her hand out for around Steve’s waist.
“It’s from my ex, Ron,” she said, “wants to know if I’m down for a threesome tomorrow with his new girl. What a fucking creep.”
Steve leaned in to read over her shoulder, “So, tell him you’ve got a date.”
Mary looked up at him and smiled, “Oh, do I qualify for dates now? That’s not how the video Joe shot the other night sounded.”
He shrugged, “I was just trying to set the mood for you when I said that. Like lighting a couple of candles. But if you don’t want a date that’s fine, I’ll just jerk off on your tits and go.”
Mary giggled and caught his wrist with her free hand, “Well I’d never say no to the first part, but I’ll let him know I’m busy. What did you want to do for our date?” she asked while sending the message.
“Have you been down to the Quill and Claw in town?”
“The bookstore? I wouldn’t have taken you for a- son of a bitch!”
“I dunno, most of my girlfriends have liked my mom, why?”