“I promise,” I swore.
“Tell anyone what?” Bow asked from behind.
Chill floundered, and I stepped in to cover it up. “Chill was helping me.”
Bow’s brows drew together. “Doing what?”
“None of your business, it’s a surprise for Vortex.”
“Yeah, detail, Amy,” Bow demanded. He looked really suspicious.
“I wanted to write him a poem, but I’m crap and Chill’s even worse.”
“Hey! I wasn’t that bad!” Chill took offence. His eyes gleamed as he realised what I was doing. Oh, he owed me after this.
“What did you come up with?” Bow asked, and I prepared myself.
Chill was gearing up. “Roses are red, violets are blue, just suck on my toes, while I slide on in.”
Bow’s mouth opened and then closed. He repeated his actions, his face filled with pure disbelief.
“What?” Chill demanded. “That’s a classic.”
“Classic what?” Bow exploded.
“What’s going on?” Inglorious asked, approaching.
“Poetry,” Chill declared.
“Insanity,” Bow said at the same time.
“Chill’s helping me,” I spoke, and Inglorious looked between the three of us. He studied us carefully before spearing Chill with a glance.
“Out with it.”
“Don’t ask him to recite that again!” Bow growled out.
“Say what?” Nanci asked, popping up.
“Chill’s offence against poetry,” Bow retorted.
“Oh, I love a good poem. Go on, Chill.”
“Roses are red, violets are blue, just suck on my toes, while I slide on in,” Chill replied.
Inglorious’s mouth copied what Bow’s did as I swallowed a laugh. Bow looked pained, while Nanci wore a confused look.
“Is that possible?”
“Nanci!” Inglorious said, sounding strangled.
Nanci’s attention was on Chill, but she had mine. She cocked her head to the side, and I saw her trying to figure out the logistics of that. Now she had me going too, and I was attempting to figure it out.
“If you lay down to suck toes while doing reverse cowgirl, you’ll break their dick,” I murmured.
Nanci nodded. “Even as bendy as I am, that would take some figuring out,” she replied.
“We couldn’t bend the leg because the knee doesn’t go that way.”
