Head

"I haven't gotten head in a while," Junior explains.

You're shocked. In fact, you're so shocked that you're certain you misheard what he just said to you.

"Come again?" you say.

"I hope I will," Junior said.

"I mean, repeat yourself."

Junior sighs. "I SAID. I haven't gotten head in a while." He rolls his eyes. "By that, I mean that I want you to give me head if you want me to delete these photos without me showing Gemma or my dad." He glances around the basement. "I mean, if you want, we can do it right here. Or in the lounge in the back hallway." And then he waves his phone in your face, the picture of you on the counter still open on the screen. "Or I could just get you fired. Totally up to you."

This fucking son of a bitch.