??Worse than making him a whore for the guys???Oh yeah, I actually considered feminizing him and whoring him out to whoever would fuck him, but I thin... I want to be even meaner than that. I already told him he is going to be my toilet since mine still isn’t working. And his mouth makes a perfect ashtray. I was just explaining to him that by the time we get done with his ass he probably won’t be able to hold his shit in anymore.?Sara lit a cigarette, ?Really? I thought you were just going to. ‘And you didn’t set anything on fire?’ She was still in complete disbelief, which was completely understandable given the last time I attempted to cook I almost burnt down her apartment. ‘Nope,’ I smiled with pride. ‘Um, okay, um, is it—edible?’ ‘I guess we’ll find out’ I chuckled nervously. I pulled a scrunchy off my wrist and pulled my hair back into a ponytail. Then I washed my hands in the sink and grabbed two plates from a cabinet. I caught Taylor getting off the stool to fix her own. "I guess that means we're going Dutch, huh?" he said, as if he didn't care whether she called it a date or not. "But you owe me a dance, if only because I have the hots for you." Why would you having the hots for me require that I dance with you?" she asked, feeling unaccountably happy that he'd gone back to flirting with her."It's a rule in the official relationship handbook, printed by Harper and Rowe, copyright 1957," he said smoothly. "Rule number seventy-three, on page thirty-five, if you. That and the fact that tomorrow’s Friday, so I need to get ready for the weekend.”“Fuck that shit,” Frank said scratching his crotch. Yahoo had heard it all before, and wanted to spend as little time as possible with House. It was now legal to arrest someone if a drug dog smells pot on them, and Yahoo wanted to get away from Frank’s joint as fast as possible. To make things go fast Yahoo dropped a wad of cash onto the coffee table. Frank picked it up and thumbed through it. “You’re fucking.