"Guess what I'm going to do this weekend?" he asks so stubbornly, definitely not directed to me.
"What," they say, uninterested.
"Something (wondergirl) will never do," he says as he looks at me leeringly.
"Oh," they say, just as uninterested.
"I'm gonna find some whore and get laid," he finishes, proudly.
And they only nod their heads.
And I can't help but laugh. It's quite a joke that him and his small penis will ever get any meaningful action. I don't care about his cheap whores. I'm having the best, most love-filled sex a person could ever have. And I don't have to gloat to enjoy it.