the earth has music for those who listen
"Oh he'll be just fine," Mateo says with a smile over his shoulder to his friend, leading them through a zigzag of skinny side streets before they spill out onto the main stretch along the Silk Houses once more. "She was probably just about to make him have an orgasm. That's what happens at the end of sex - apparently it's the best bit." He shrugs his shoulders in a way that suggests apparently is a lie and that he knows this for a fact, but it's more because of things he does while he's alone. Again, hormones.
"So are you okay, after what happened with you and your parents this morning?" he asks conversationally, back to his regular broadcasting now that he's not getting his makeup done by a whore and spying on a threesome. "Do you need to go somewhere quiet and write it all down? My parents are out, so we can use my place if you want. And then I can give you those notes."
"So are you okay, after what happened with you and your parents this morning?" he asks conversationally, back to his regular broadcasting now that he's not getting his makeup done by a whore and spying on a threesome. "Do you need to go somewhere quiet and write it all down? My parents are out, so we can use my place if you want. And then I can give you those notes."
