“Why would you ever deny you have a mammoth-size cock?”
Keenan ground his teeth. God, she was off her fucking rocker.
She snickered. “Your blood pressure just shot up, didn’t it? Will it improve your mood if we play Park the Porpoise again?”
“Park the Porpoise?”
“You know … getting a hole in one, having a hot beef injection, burying the sausage, parting the red sea, going to the boneyard, mining with the meat shaft—”
“Enough, enough.” He sighed and looked up at the wall. “So this will be my life.”
“You’re excited, I can tell.”
His mouth hitched up. The thing was … she was right.