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“Nice?” I asked casually, leaning one elbow on the back of his chair.

Monster shrugged. “Yeah, it’s alright.”

I nodded slowly. “Tell the good men, Monster. Tell them what epic sandwich making skills I possess.”

He frowned at me. “I mean… they’re alright. It’s a standard sandwich.” He reached over and grabbed another one, popping it in his mouth completely whole. I grinned, barely able to suppress the shiver of glee that went through me.

Across the table, Trent had gone very still.

Chris was watching me over the rim of his beer with increasing suspicion.

Sunshine, who had known me since I was a boy, lowered his cards and shook his head.

I smiled wider, feeling like the Joker.

“That one was even better, wasn’t it Monster old pal?”

Monster paused mid-chew this time. “Vienna.”

“What?”

“What’s in the sandwiches?”

I looked at him innocently. “Ham. Cheese. A touch of mustard. Oh, and a secret ingredient.”

There was a beat of silence.

Chicken sat upright. “A what?”

Rooster lowered his pint. “A secret ingredient?”

Monster stopped chewing entirely.

And then, because patience has never been one of my defining virtues, I sighed dramatically, stepped back from the table, undid my belt, and yanked the front of my jeans down just enough to expose my lower stomach.

There, in all its glory, was the evidence.

A freshly shaved bald patch right above my cock.

For one glorious second, no one spoke.

Monster stared at me. Then back at the sandwiches. Then at me. Then the crust in his hand.

And for some insane reason, he swallowed the mouthful of food he already had. “No,” he said, looking a bit green in the face.

I pointed down proudly. “The secret ingredient in all its glory. Freshly harvested.”

The explosion that followed was biblical.

Monster launched himself backwards so hard his chair hit the floor with a crack, his face twisted in pure, betrayed horror.

“You fed me your fucking pubes?!” he roared.

I was laughing too hard to defend myself properly. “Technically, I fed you a balanced meal. The cheese is the calcium, and these unwashed pubes are the protein.”

“You disgusting, hairy little freak!”

“You said they were nice!”