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256 pages, Paperback
First published May 20, 2013








…unless I was very lucky no passing motorist was going to stop for a crazy bleeding naked guy. I needed pants. “Hey!” A guy with a gun was running toward me. Most people would see that as a threat. I just saw it as a suit of clothes with an inconvenient body inside.
They knew enough about my involvement in the case to realize that, given opportunity and a door with a lock, I’ll fuck anything in pants.
That blow job was operationally justified.
He put one hand under my thigh and pulled my leg into a bent position, then scooped up my balls and lifted them. “Hold these,” he said, as if he was asking me to look after the luggage on a train journey. Well, the train was about to enter the tunnel, that’s for sure.



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Thanks, Uncle Sam. You took everything I had to give, you chewed me up and spat me out and now here I am with a man in my arms, and I am damn well going to protect him and serve him.