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The Thousand Nights and One Night and the Perfumed Garden by Ian McDuff. A recommendation with one caveat: the author consistently refers to Howie as "D," something that grates on me as much as "James" for Lance. Otherwise a sweet, funny, and insightful story.
Chris's voice was piercing even over long distance. Howie had to hold the receiver away from his ear, worrying as he did so lest anyone overhear. Chris was still riffing: 'I'm sure it's somewhere in the DSMR-III. Problems aren't like dicks or boyband members – not that there's always a difference between those – they don't come in sizes, 'kay? If it's bothering you, it isn't petty.'
Chris's voice was piercing even over long distance. Howie had to hold the receiver away from his ear, worrying as he did so lest anyone overhear. Chris was still riffing: 'I'm sure it's somewhere in the DSMR-III. Problems aren't like dicks or boyband members – not that there's always a difference between those – they don't come in sizes, 'kay? If it's bothering you, it isn't petty.'