"You like animal noises in the country too? At least you don't think I'm an eccentric Swedish nuthead. My brother thinks I am sometimes. He blames too much coke."

Erik began snorting in laughter but then his eyes went wide when he noticed Aarne and Joe pull up next to his window knocking on it and---well. The trash had arrived. The lewd gesture not helping the poor Swede's "predicament" at all. Oh fuck. Gasping, the guitarist then giggled and rolled his eyes.

"Aarne! You dirty bitch you. Where the hell have they been?"

Turning to Robert, the Swede had his cheeks tinged with pink because he was now aroused and crossing his legs trying to hide the obvious bulge in his tight pants. Why did he pick his tight jeans for the ride?