"That was the intention," I inform him, sucking just a little harder and lowering my eyelids, so that I'm at least fifty percent filthier as I fellate the lollipop, sitting on the bed and sprawling, legs going every which way before I lie back and stare at the ceiling on the mirror.

Squirming, I let my shirt ride up and watch the reflection, still sucking at the lollipop considerately, cupcakes to the side. "Joe," I say, to my reflection more than to him. "Come here."