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“And you like to get fucked with a knife at your throat.”
“There’s no aphrodisiac like young meat and cold steel.”
Ryan nodded to the hustler. “Show Solly what you have.”
Jake pulled open his vest. “You wanna see it?” He pulled a gun from
a shoulder holster. “You didn’t know I had this, huh?”
“You’re full of surprises,” Solly said.
“I knew he had it.” Ryan walked to the window. “He pulled it out
in the bedroom. We played with it. When he rubs it on his cock, he gets
hard. By the way, I forgot to bring your gun back.”
“I don’t need it,” Solly said. “They arm themselves these days.”
“I showed Ryan how to use it,” Jake said.
“Give it to me,” Ryan said.
Jake handed him the gun and the bullets. “Hey, man! For sure! It’s
your day all the way!”
“You load it like this,” Ryan said.
“Be careful, Ry,” Solly warned. “You don’t know anything about
guns.”
“I know about this gun. Jake showed me. It’s exactly like the one you
gave me.”
It was a .22. He loaded it easily.
“Why not,” the hustler said, “shoot it out the window. You know,
straight into the air. To celebrate.”
Ryan shrugged his shoulders and balanced the gun in his hand. He
moved toward the open window. “I can get real crazy,” he said. He was
bound and determined to be stronger than Christmas.
“Go for it, man.” The hustler, rubbing his own crotch, gave Ryan a
grope. He was hoping for a big tip from Solly.
Ryan looked at Solly. “You ready?”
“Why not?” Solly said.
Ryan raised the gun, aimed it high up and out the penthouse window.
For one moment, everything in the room froze. The three seemed to be a
still-life collection of slightly demented Christmas glee. Then Ryan raised
his arm higher, took a step back into the room, pointed the gun out at the
City, and fired. The bullet took off and the room rocked with the sound
and smell. The noise knocked them back. Louder than they had ever
believed it would be.
Solly broke up laughing. Ryan blew into the mouth of the barrel. He
slipped the gun into his jeans. He rubbed the hard barrel pointing down
his leg. Then he pulled it slowly out and handed the gun back to the hustler
who slipped it back into his shoulder holster.

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