Can't Text This

  I exchange a look with Zach.

  “Your kid,” he mumbles, picking up his own controller and getting back into the game.

  I shake my head and check the message waiting on my phone.

  Monty: I think that’s something we could do.

  Me: You think? Or you’re sure?

  Monty: Are you asking if I’m sure I’ll still want to bang you once I get to know you? No. That I have no darned clue about.

  Monty: But if you’re asking if I’m sure I want to get to know you, then yes.

  Monty: You seem interesting enough and I don’t have any friends here, so why not?

  Me: “Interesting enough”. My ego thanks you.

  Monty: I’m certain it could use the blow.

  Me: I know of something else that could use a blow…

  Monty: YOU ARE SO PERVERTED!

  Me: Guilty as charged.

  Me: But you like it.

  Monty: You think you’re so smooth.

  Me: I have something that’s smooth.