"Yo shrimp dick! Glad you're not dead!" One of Tyler's affectionate nicknames

"Oh, hey, yeah... the car broke down, and... uh I passed out." You try to be brief and make your voice as low as possible. It sounds ok in your head.

"You sick, bro? You sound funny. You need me to come by, check out Ol' Nessie?"

"NO! I... uh I mean it'll be fine. I'll get it going again. I can call you later. I 'll text you. I'll text you later," you blurt out.

"Hah yeah right, we've gotta talk anyway. I'll be by in like 20... 30. I'm gonna rub one out real quick first." Tyler has an annoying habit of oversharing.

You have a hard time shaking the thought of him right now reaching into his shorts and... Shit! You catch yourself touching your nipples again. You're breathing heavily just thinking about your best friend. This new body may take some getting use to.