The urge to open my mouth and tell him to go suck a cock was right there, but I reeled it in slowly and steadily like it was a barracuda fighting for its life.

Not even fifteen minutes into the show, the German completely turned his entire body in my direction, his face suspicious. I set the plate on my lap and blinked. “What?” “You like them or the show?”

Who was this man with manners?

“Gracias a Dios. You get that hardhead from your mother—“ Mom screeched something in the background, and I had to fight the urge to laugh.

“I want to see them.” “See what?” “Your chicken wings,” he deadpanned. I groaned. He took it to another level when he started squawking. “I’ve always known you were insane.”

“Nothing would happen. We would have a different adventure to go on. You are my best friend, my love, my playmate and my teammate. You’ll have a team with me wherever we are, with whatever we are playing.”

“I would do anything for you.”

To be prepared for war is one of the most effective means of preserving peace.

I know that I stood there screaming right along with my dad because he was yelling and it seemed the most appropriate thing to do.