Summary:

“ Okay!” St-Simon interrupted loudly. “Can we please go five fucking minutes without hearing about your fucking dick?” … “You have a third message from: Jane. Gonna ride you so hard tonight.” “Holy fuck!” Connors laughed. “This fuckin girl! No wonder she locked down Roz!” St-Simon groaned. ”I just asked for five fucking minutes, man!” St-Simon whined. “Five!” (for years cliff marlow deals with jane. one unfortunate bluetooth connection reveals more)