“Eric smelled and tasted something. First there was the handkerchief, soured by his own secretions of the testes and seminal vesicles and various other glands, collected earlier in the day when he’d used the square of cloth to clean himself after one or another expulsion of fluid. But he was confused about the taste on his tongue.”
I’m aware there were other people in this scene (i.e. Kevin ❤ and Mathieu) but Rob was owning, and so was the riot-damaged limo. In fact, Chauffeur Deb and the set soldiers were owning too, in case you forgot.
Any special plans for the weekend? I feel like going to buy some lemon pie, not sure why. Enjoy!