.....fine.

I grit my teeth. I do as he asks. What else am I going to do? Drive home naked? “Josh, I’m fucked, and I need your help.” He looks at me expectantly like he’s waiting for something. Oh my God, seriously? He wants me to say that word again. “Josh, I’m fucked and I need your help, please.” This guy is ridiculous.

“Hmm, I can see that. You’re in quite the predicament. I’ll tell you what, if you beg me to fuck you with a dildo, I won’t cut up your clothes. Limited time offer,” he says.