Friendship...2

He was beginning to sound like an obsessed pet.

"Hey bro, you're still p*ssy whipped?" Great way to say good morning, what would he do without a friend like Jason? He thought to himself, utterly sarcastically.

"Morning to you too, gigolo. You still receiving payment for what you know how to do, or you've begun to miss your targets again?" He moved further away from hearing shots, clearly not in the mood for someone to walk up to him with a morning preaching of how to convert to the ways of Allah.

"You fucking fool, I'll ruin your business once I see you." Ricky chuckled, teasing his bearded jaw, by the tone of Jason's voice, he was satisfied he had said the right thing. It wasn't a secret to anyone who had gone to the same high school with Jason that his first sexual experience was still a source of embarrassment to him. He had been drunk on the night of his first day at high school

and hit it off with a woman twice his age. H