"Not all older women want me."
"She was staring at your biceps." Dean did his falsetto voice. Again. "A fine upstanding young man like you could change that light bulb for me quick as a wink." He coughed and grinned. "She wanted to see your ass."
"She called you incorrigible." He stumbled and almost fell before Dean caught him. "I wanna be incorrigible." A breeze and a sprinkle of raindrops were suddenly so cold against his skin he shuddered.
"Sammy? You OK? Are you about to have palpitations? Swoon on the settee?"
"Oh, fuck you."
"It is the South."
"Dick."
Please read Chapter 3.