"Carl, no I've never watched anything like that. At most it was guys who were, you know, partially dressed. That's it."
Whitney stared at me from her bed with an expression of deep, personal disappointment, as if she couldn't believe I was even bothering with that defense.
Lewis stepped closer and tilted my chin up with two fingers, studying my face with quiet amusement. "How did I never see this side of you?"
I was completely cornered. "Riley sent me that video. I watched maybe half of one clip one and before I could even decide whether I was interested, it was over. I barely had time to look!"
Wallace, still holding the used syringe with the energy of a man who had nowhere else to be, added helpfully, "Correct, Mr. Hale. Mrs. Hale didn't watch anything inappropriate. She merely watched a man's abdominal muscles."
"Exactly!" I pointed at him. "Dr. Mervin just confirmed it. I would never watch something actually inappropriate. That could cause eye strain."
