Text Veevee and tell her Megan's in town

"I know that look," Megan said. "Veevee's waiting for you, isn't she? What's she up to?"

A warm throb between Hank's buttocks from Abbie's office fuck reminded him exactly what they were up to. Billy Royce, who had blown into town and showed up on the doorstep. And now Megan. He guessed this was fate's day to bring some threads together.

"You're blushing, Hank," Megan said. "Just like you used to. Ha ha, that's right, country boy. Some regular hanky panky, I'm sure." She grinned. "Guess me and Veevee started you on your real higher education."

It had really been Hank's first college landlady, a young widow, a Black woman a few years older than Hank, who had started things, but Megan and Veevee had taken things to a new level.

Hank cleared his throat and swallowed.

"Let me text her," Hank said. Megan leaned over his phone. "Please, Megan."

"Oh, you're no fun," she said. But she stepped back with a smile.

"Let's take this one outside."

Megan and Hank carried their bags of snacks outside. Hank took out his phone and texted Veevee.

GUESS WHO'S IN TOWN. MEGAN SHEN. SHE ASKS WHAT YOU'RE UP TO.

Of course, Veevee was likely getting stretched, filled, and drilled by Billy Royce's prodigy of a penis. Hank didn't often see someone who was better hung than himself or Gary, but who better than a rock star. So quite likely there would be no answer.

Of if there was an answer, well... Hank grinned, imagining Veevee calling back in the middle of things.