Did the condom break?” Belle interfered, keeping it blunt. “Do you buy cheap-ass johnnies, Samuel? Or did you poke holes in it with a needle? I heard a rock star autobiography where something like that happened to him. Okay, fine, watched a movie.”
“Phew,” Hunter laughed, “for a second there I thought you started reading.”
“I’m sorry, isn’t the illiterate idiot convention next door?”