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“I don’t punch like a girl, though, do I?” Eraser threatened

Wiggles grumbled but otherwise stayed quiet

“Describe the dream home?” Griff asked

“A log cabin Lots of trees around us Tall ones No neighbors A place that’s hard to find with a big garage to work on cars”

“Nice I’ll be able to find it, right?” Griff teased

“Fuck, yeah You, Remy, Molly, and that’s about it,” Eraser chuckled

“What are you wearing?” Griff prompted

“Jesus, you serious with this shit?” Wiggles snapped

“Shut up,” Griff hissed “If you want this visualization shit to work, you gotta be specific”

“Flannels,” Eraser answered “Nice, thick ones Not those cheap, thin things they sell at the discount store Not hand- Like, LL Bean or some shit”

I couldn’t help it I burst out laughing

“Careful, Ro cabin in the woods,” Eraser warned

I laughed even harder “Sorry Go on”

“One nice handmade Italian suit Because every man needs a tailored suit in his closet Just in case And one of those red plaid wool coats for chopping wood in the winter”

“Also LL Bean?” I snarked

“Your turn, Stonewall,” Eraser ignored my comment

“I dunno,” Griff drawled “Eraser’s gonna be such a dapper dresser, I can’t compete with all that wool and flannel you’ll be sportin’”

“Fuckin’ A,” Eraser agreed “Women like a well-dressed man”

Griff cleared his throat “All right Seriously I’h onna fire every last one of these fuckers and burn it to the ground”

“It’s les said

“Fuck off”

“Did I ever tell you guys about the tiles cackled

“And on the next episode of Things That Never Happened…” Griff announced like a television voice-over in a bad detective show

“First, we’d have to believe you’ve ever had a girlfriend,” Eraser said

A rhythh our sround music

The three of us went silent

My bed shook

“What the fuuuck?” I groaned

“Wiggles, if you’re whacking off again, I swear to fuck—” Griff threatened

“I’leswhat it would be like to fuck your mom, Griff”