章 22: Chapter 22

“What the hell makes you think I got lucky last night?” Ernie asked defensively.

“Well, for starters, you got a cunt-eatin’ grin on your face, your eyes are glazed over, and you’re rubbing your package which, from the looks of it, is at full staff. Want to tell me all about it? Was it someone from the office? Wait,” Larry held up a hand before Ernie could say anything to shut him up. “I know, it was Betty Maryfield. Right? She puts out for anyone. Even a chubby cubby like you.” He laughed.

“Shut the fuck up!” Ernie said in a menacing voice. “In the first place, whether or not I got lucky is none of your damn business. And secondly—oh never mind. A lame brain like you isn’t worth arguing with.” He didn’t want to dignify Larry’s moronic comments about his body with a retort. But deep down it hurt just the same. “Now get your skinny butt off my desk and leave me alone.”