Page 66 of The Grim Reapers


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But now he’s calling me… What does he want? If he’s calling me for a booty call…

Without realizing it, I’ve stopped walking. My other friends have continued on ahead of me, but Michaela turns back.

“Are you coming, Katie?” she calls.

I wave to her. “I’ll catch up,” I say as I lift my phone.

She nods and focuses on our friends.

I turn around and walk away from them as I answer. “Hello?”

“That is the most apprehensively spoken ‘hello’ I have ever heard,” Rob says with a laugh. “How are you?”

“I’m just fine.”

“Just fine? Yes, you are.”

“I know you can’t see me, but I am rolling my eyes at that.”

“A bit corny, maybe, but it’s the truth.”

“I’m sure most girls want to be flattered over their looks, but considering that’s genetics and makeup skills, it’s not what I want flattered.”

“Ah, so the right kind of flattery will get me anywhere with you, hmm?”

“That’s not what I meant to suggest,” I protest.

“You’re as smart as a nuclear physicist.”

“You do realize that nuclear physicists make bombs, right?”

“They have to be wicked smart to make those bombs.”

“Any idiot can make a bomb.”

“Yes, but those particular bombs are weapons of mass destruction. You know what else is a weapon of mass destruction?”

“If you say my boobs, you’re going to wish you swallowed one of those bombs,” I warn him.

“I was going to say my balls.”

I burst out laughing. “You were not!”

“You can’t prove otherwise.” He sounds so damn smug.

“Your balls are just as wrinkly and gross as any other balls I’ve seen.”

“Do you like to compare balls?”

“We can compare your dick to the other dicks I’ve known intimately.”

“Pass.”

“Seriously?”

“I don’t believe you would give my cock a fair trial.”

“Why is that?”

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