“Fuck. Desi xxx Be specific.” He replied, a bit less of a murmur this time. It involves Sarah…” He replied, the last sentence much more hushed than the others. He turned off the car, pulling out his phone to mindlessly tap around while he thinks of a plan. Of course, he still wasn’t happy in the least that Harley was there, but at least it wasn’t about the incident four years earlier. “You uh. …you want what now?” He asked incredulously, his face scrunched up. “What?” He mumbled, his voice quick and unenthusiastic. She finally gave me the go ahead for sex. She finally gave me the go ahead for sex. She didn’t think she had anything that would really please him. After many minutes of uneasy quietness, he speaks up. Harley thanked the skies and stepped in, taking a seat on the couch. She was always very curious about it.
