Tinley: Tell me something really out there.
Matthew: Space is really out there.
Tinley: Funny. Not quite what I meant though. Tell me something interesting.
Matthew: The lion that roars on the MGM logo is named Volney.
Tinley: That is interesting. That name means people’s spirit.
Tinley: Let me start again. Tell me something interesting about you. Something I cannot Google.
Matthew: Okay, well, this might be Google worthy, but it’s personal. In college I played baseball.
Matthew: I was only on the team my freshman and sophomore years.
Tinley: What position did you play?
Matthew: I was the third baseman.
Tinley: I just updated your Wikipedia page.
Matthew: I didn’t even realize I had one of those.
Tinley: How could you not know?
Matthew: Oh yeah, this does look familiar. I need to change that picture.
Tinley: Yeah, for being a big time action star, your page needs work.
Matthew: I don’t really pay attention. I think that was something Naomi and her staff were going to work on.
Matthew: Who is your publicist?
Tinley: I don’t have a publicist.
Matthew: Really?
Tinley: Yeah, Johanna’s office takes care of anything I need. She’s got this whole boutique agency thing going on—small staff, personal attention, and fewer clients. It works well for my career.
Tinley: Are you thinking of a change?
Matthew: I’m not sure. I don’t give these business matters too much thought, and I definitely don’t think about publicity.
Tinley: Well, if you are thinking of a change I’d talk to Grady or Ronan. Their careers are more aligned with yours.
Matthew: That’s good advice.
Tinley: I’m very wise.
Matthew: I better get some sleep. I have to be on a plane in a few hours.
Tinley: Goodnight xx
Matthew: I’m fucking tired.
Tinley: I’ll bet. How is Milan?
Matthew: I don’t know honestly, I’ve been spending most of my time in the back of cars and inside hotel rooms.
Tinley: If you can, when you leave Milan have your driver take you to Luini’s. It’s a pretty famous shop hidden behind the Cathedral. If your driver is from there, he or she will know the place. You must try the panzerotti.
Matthew: What is panzerotti?
Tinley: Pastry that is stuffed with a savory filling, similar to an empanada.
Matthew: Sounds delicious.
Matthew: You were not wrong about the panzerotti.
Matthew: I got a few baked and a few fried.
Matthew: I was starving after that last interview.
Matthew: Boarding now.
Matthew: Okay never mind. Not boarding.
Matthew: I’m getting a flight to New York and then Alex is hooking me up with a flight to Bozeman. I would never have made it back in time.
Tinley: I knew that you’d enjoy them.
Tinley: Sorry to hear about the flight.
Tinley: You’re probably in the air now.
Matthew: Just landed in New York.
Matthew: I am half tempted to fly out to your house.
Tinley: I’m in the city.
Matthew: Whoa, you’re up.
Tinley: I am. We wrapped a long day around ten.
Matthew: I am sorry that I woke you.
Matthew: You should go back to sleep.
Tinley: I can keep you company until you board your flight.
Tinley: I like that you thought of me so early in the morning.
Matthew: I thought about you naked.
Tinley: I’m not naked.
Matthew: You should be.
Matthew: Wait. Where in the city are you?
Tinley: Aunt Maggie’s place.
Matthew: Are you alone?
Tinley: Yes. I have a room, actually more like an apartment all to myself.
Matthew: What? Are you serious?
Matthew: Where does your aunt live?
Tinley: Have you ever heard of the Cromwell Building?
Matthew: The building by Central Park that used to be a hotel?
Tinley: That’s the one. In the seventies, it was renovated into residences. Her place is two floors, what once was the grand ballroom. It’s really beautiful. The view is incredible.
Matthew: I wish I was there with you.
Tinley: Me too.
Matthew: Back to you being naked. I’m alone in a private lounge waiting for my escort. How about I call you and you let me listen while you finger yourself.
Tinley: I am not going to finger myself at my aunt’s place.
Matthew: Please.
Tinley: Normally, I’m all for you begging.
Matthew: Next time I see you, I’m going to have you begging for me to fuck you.
Tinley: I wish you were inside me, Matthew. Fucking me hard, then you’d slow your pace. We’d rock together . . . my fingernails scraping down your chest.
Matthew: Christ. You should stop. I’m half hard.
Tinley: Well now we’re both, “up” so to speak. lol
Matthew: Funny.
Matthew: Are you horny and in a fucking airport, miles away from your girlfriend?
Tinley: I am horny, but I have toys.
Matthew: You what? You won’t finger yourself, but you’ll pleasure yourself with a vibrator?
Matthew: And you didn’t tell me about the toys.
Matthew: Tell me about your toys. Be explicit. Send photos over that Snapchat thing.
Matthew: It’s been twenty minutes. I’m assuming the vibrator did the job and that you’re now blissfully asleep in a post orgasmic haze.
Matthew: Or, that toy didn’t do the job and you’re still desperately trying to pull that orgasm from deep inside you, but, darlin’, you and I both know that I’m the only one who can find that sweet spot.
Matthew: I’m boarding now. It’s been forty-two minutes. You better be sleeping or I’m going to have no choice but to withhold several orgasms the next time I see you.
Matthew: I’ve never been into spanking, but I have this new desire to spank your ass.
Matthew: At least tell me that you’re thinking about me when you fuck yourself with a vibrator. And it better be complimentary in length and girth to my cock.
Tinley: You’re obsessed with my vibrator.
Matthew: Here’s an article I found, I think you should read it: “Is My Vibrator Destroying My Vagina?”
Tinley: Noted. Forty-five minutes to achieve an orgasm and she needed Adderall?
Matthew: For focus.
Tinley: Of course.
Tinley: Here’s an article I found, I think you should read it: “A Blue Vibrator Changed My Entire Sex Life.”
Matthew: Noted. Her vibrator had a name—Blueberry. What’s your vibrator’s name?
Tinley: The Texas Longhorn.
Matthew: Clever. Aka Matthew.