So his subconscious was just as slutty as mine. Good to know, because the very idea of coupling our involuntary thoughts and acting them out right here, right now, spiraled around the room with dizzying possibilities.

"Something tells me if any girl had pants, you would have your hands down them. Am I right?" I asked.

"There's been a few pants, yeah, but never fugitive ghost magnet pants."

"Never?" I breathed.

"Nope." His lips popped on the p sound ...