“Mason!” Mila screeches. “Stop staring at me like I’m a piece of meat!” I smirk, imagining Mila splayed out in my bed, her legs spread wide open while I feast on her like she’s my last meal. “I wouldn’t call you a piece of meat. More like a piece of mouthwatering fruit.” I bridge the small gap between us. “Mmm…like a strawberry. I bet one bite into your sweet cunt and I would be addicted to your taste.” There’s a knock on the door and Mila moves away from me. “Well…” She gulps loudly. “It looks like you’ll need to find yourself some other fruit to bite into because this strawberry has a date tonight.” She swings the door open and standing in the doorway is the anti-touch jackass from the other night at the art studio. She says goodnight and they’re both out the door as quick as he came in. “What a prick.” I sit on the couch next to Charlie. “He’s okay.” She shrugs. “He’s a good dad and makes a good living. A little stuffy, maybe…” “He told his son tag was too violent. He’s a pussy.” “Hey! Don’t be hating on pussies. They’re tougher than you think. Just ask Betty White.” I grab the remote and click on the television, giving her a side-eye. “You know…because they can take a pounding.”