I looked at my phone to check the time, dropped an hour off of it, and told Melli that Jeni was probably milking the cow.

"What's that like?" she asked.

I thought about my initial thought - that it was like jerking off when my dick was tired - and decided I should probably not answer that question that way.

"It's different," I said.

She snickered like I'd actually spoken what I'd been thinking.

I was going to ask her why she'd reacted that way but the waitress returned. Mom ordered the pizza and we started on our drinks. The raviolis came out two seconds later and - after that...