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heading all along. Everything that ever happened to me
from the Old Man to Sam has been pointing toward this.
His cock inched down his jeans as he leaned daydreaming
against the cash register in the cool of Martin’s filling sta-
tion. He wanted to whip and ball some ass.
“Denny,” Martin came in from the service area. “Wake
up. Customer out at the pump.” He looked down at the
bulge in Den’s left jean leg. “Since when do you carry a
flashlight in your pocket?” Denny hightailed to wait on the
customer. “Wait,” Martin said. “You can’t go out there like
that. Get it down or get it off. I’ll pump the gas.” He chucked
Den’s shoulder. “You young guys,” he said. “What I wouldn’t
give to be that hot again. What my wife wouldn’t give for me
to be that hot again.” The customer at the pump tooted his
horn. Martin trotted off like a good little business man. Den
glared at the man’s back. “It’s not what you think,” he mut-
tered, “Mister Martin, sir. I’m hot because I want to whip
ass. Not fuck cunt. And tomorrow night I start. Tomorrow
night I’m going to whip ass raw. Laid open raw. That guy’s
going to get more than he bargained for.”
Martin headed back to change a twenty. “I said get
it down. I ain’t running my legs off all afternoon because
you’ve grown a third one.” Martin returned the change to
the customer. Den followed his boss back into the service
area.
“How about letting me cut out an hour early this
afternoon.”
“Thought you needed the dough to keep up that bike
you’re supporting.”
“I need the hour more.”
“Who’s the lucky chick?”
“She peeled out of here yesterday. The blond pussy with
the tits.”
“She the one got you so hot?”
“You guessed it,” Den said.

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