"I know," she said, producing a plastic container with two sandwiches in it. "Just like I know Pastrami and cheese is your favorite."
"Spicy mustard?" My mouth watered as I took the container.
"But of course!"
As Sam pulled out a bottle of Mountain Dew and a banana, I removed my work gloves and chugged half the Yoo-hoo.
"Wow, these go down too easy," I said.
"Kind of like Jen," Sam replied, kicking her sneakers off and stretching her long legs out in front of me. "And go ahead and finish it. I brought you two."
"Jen's not a slut, Sam. I told you we've been dating six months and we haven't done anything but make out."
"Didn't say she went down on you," Sam said, just loud enough for me to catch it.
"Really, Sam?"
"Really, Justin." She paused, peeled the banana, and shoved it in her
