CHAPTER 6
HARLOW
Iignored the looks from Gina and Erin as Archer, Boner and Cass all entered the restaurant in the middle of the dinner service. They sat at a table in a corner, ordered their food and ate it while talking and laughing over what sounded to me like nothing in particular. Just three men out for a nice meal.
Nothing to see here.
"I'll finish up everything here and lock up," I told them when all the other customers had left. "Have an early night. Enjoy your time off."
"Okay, boss. Don't forget to get some sleep." Gina winked, grabbed up her things and slipped out the back door.
"What she said." With only her phone in her hand, Erin followed her out.
"Yeah, yeah." I locked the door behind them, then stepped over to lock the front door as well.
"Are they giving you trouble, love?" Boner asked, his eyes shining with amusement, like always.
"Nothing I can't handle. How was your dinner?" I started picking up their empty plates and bowls and stacking them on my arm.
"Amazing as always," Cass said. "Your meatballs are so good." Tentatively, like he didn't want to offend me, he said, "Did you put something different in them this time? They tasted a little different."
Boner, who'd picked up his glass to drink the last of his wine, almost choked on the mouthful. He waved Cass away when he leaned over to pat his back.
"I'm fine. Just went down the wrong hole." He covered his mouth with his fist and coughed a couple of times.
"The proximity of the esophagus to the windpipe suggests humans weren't designed very well," Archer remarked. "Other animals are designed better than we are. Like dolphins, who have a blowhole so they can breathe while swimming."
"I have a blowhole," Boner said. "It's in the head of my cock." He wiggled his eyebrows and finished off the last bit of his wine.
"You can breathe through your cock?" Archer asked as if completely serious.
"I wish." Boner sighed like he might actually see that as a serious flaw in human anatomy.
I could almost see him picturing himself lying on his back in a pool, breathing out the tip of his dick. Of course he'd think that. Anything for a laugh.
"Let me take these dishes in and I'll be right back," I said. And hoping like hell Cass didn't ask about the meatballs again. Yeah, I know I had to tell him at some point, but if I could put that off for, oh, a decade or two, I would.
Once all of the evening's dishes were in the dishwasher, and the machine was on, I made three cups of coffee and a milkshake and took them to the table.
"You're the best." Cass picked up his milkshake and sucked on the straw.
"All that milk is good for your bones," Archer said, drinking black coffee with one sugar.
Cass shrugged one shoulder. "I guess. I like the taste."
"I don't need milk; my boner is already strong enough," Boner said, drinking his coffee with extra milk and four packets of sugar.
"I was referring to actual bones," Archer said. "In spite of the name, there's no bones in the male penis."
Boner looked at him as if astounded to learn that. "There was I thinking they were made up of hundreds of tiny bones and joints that bent when my dick was soft."
"That wouldn't be much fun if one of them broke," I said. "One good, hard kick in the groin and you'd be in a cast."
Boner responded with an exaggerated wince. "That would fucking suck. Good thing there's no bones in there then."
Cass and Archer both murmured their agreement.
"On the other hand," I said slowly, "they might be fun to collect. Cock bones."
