Drilled

IMOGEN: Jesse says you better know what you're doing with Franco. ME: Dude, I'm scared. IMOGEN: !! What? Tell me! ME: He makes me FEEL THINGS. It's icky and I don't like it. IMOGEN: You've known him what, a few hours? ME: I'm telling you, he scares the sh*t out of me. But he's so good I can't stop myself. IMOGEN: Audra, seriously. Chill. It's been a couple hours. It's just insta-lust. I send Imogen another selfie, this one of my face—I'm biting my lower lip, eyes wide, glancing to the side at Franco laying next to me—his mouthwatering and lust-inducing body is on full display from the waist up. I send a caption a second later: ME: YOU DONT UNDERSTAND!!! HE'S GOT A MAGICAL D*CK AND I'M FEELING THINGS!!! ME: Uh-oh. He's waking up. Time for...