“Oh sorry, what was I thinking?! How could I have called your precious beau, Greg. I meant Gregooooooiiiire!”, which with Jake’s Texas drawl came out like Grig-WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHR.

He snorted loudly when Hunter called him a ‘pencil dick’ and flicked the ash from his cigarette, “Hey! Pencil dick?! I have references, Sugar tits!”, he wiggled his eyebrows comically, “Unless, of course you want a private showing?”

A serious look coming over his face, Jake took a long drag and asked, “Everything okay, Hunt? You were wound up tighter than a Turkey on Thanksgiving, when you came back here. Something I can help with?”