“[...]Are both of you...?""Manscaped?" Dante smiled. "I'm fucking Italian; I been mowing my lawn since I was thirteen.”

“Gotten butt-ass, bone-dog naked for your vadge-cam?" Dante offered with an angelic smile, standing close."Fucking hell, D." Griff turned to Beth with an apology, but she spoke first."Huh-yeah. Thanks, cockbreath.”

“Dante chuckled low. "There's my blush."”

“Griff held his breath, waiting for it, knowing the axe would fall and he‘d start dying as soon as he walked out the fucking door, and Dante would just grin and joke and try to forget what they had done together in this room.”

“I want you to move in with me, man.""Nah. I appreciate it, but I need to get a place of my own. I'm a grownup.”

“For the first time in his life he understood why the Bible called sex "knowing". Everything was different. Now he knew Dante. He'd known Dante. And wonder of wonders, Dante had known him right back.”

“LOVE IT! :) Yeah. They've been doing BIG billboards of this in the gayborhoods in NYC, LA and SanFran. Although I wouldn't fuck a Scientologist on a dare. 8| ”