““We are not, not now, not ever, talking about sex,” A.J. said flatly. I had to laugh. “We’re both grown men,” I pointed out. “I don’t see what the big deal—” “Do it,” he said, “and I will walk over to the church, wake up the priest, and demand that he perform an exorcism. On the spot.” “Well, now, that won’t work,” I scoffed. “I’m not a demon. Not even close.” “Yeah, well, I’m willing to try it,” he said. “So go on. Make my day.””
