“I’ll grab one after I leave,” William promised. “When are you turning the lights on? This place looks closed.”
“I’m sure Ed will turn them on the next time I go into the break room,” Dave said, shooting Ed a look of disgust. Ed silently nodded.
“Anything else you want me to pick up for you, Dave?”
“Well, now that you ask, I could probably use some body spray or cologne. Rewinding videos is sweaty work, my man.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” William replied, knowing full well he wouldn’t be buying either the body spray or another condom.
He planned to get to Casey’s house a little early. He didn’t know how many pictures her mom planned to take, but judging by their house—immaculate and impersonal—he doubted they’d ever be used. He imagined Mrs. Harlow kept a drawer stuffed with undeveloped rolls of film, destined to stay there forever.
There wouldn’t be another “special night” anytime soon, and he knew it. Casey’s parents never went out of town unless her dad was traveling for work, and William’s dad never left either. Even if he did, Grandma Patty was always around—watching over them, whether needed or not. And the idea of Casey staying over while his father and sister were home felt too awkward to even consider.
“William. Further. Further. Further,” Dave said, snapping his fingers in quick succession. William had zoned out again.
“Yeah, sorry. My mind wandered.”
“Well, cut it out. We’ve got plans now. I don’t need you messing it up.”
“Yes, we’re doing this,” William echoed.
“Yeah, we are,” Ed added.
Dave turned to him, caught off guard by Ed’s enthusiasm. “Good for you,