It was a voracious look. I just spent two years in prison. Gay sex His bowed head was shaking. “Think about all the money they take in. Like a horse. “What?”Garth refreshed his yellowed grin. What’d they call it? Who the fuck cares! A warning, that’s all.”“They’ll trace the money.”“It’s cash. Old school. I go on my way. “Zat what I am to you? He was thinking, the doc…Arnold must’ve had a lot of anal sex during his prison stay. I’m letting you off easy. “Big department store in the lot next door. A fucking hostel. Was it a sickness? Two months? Mind if I smoke?”“In the house?”“No, out in the prison yard, asshole.”“Oh. I ask you t’dress for me. I ask you t’dress for me. A fucking hostel. “You’re a quick cummer.”A breathless, very much confused Arnie, panties back up, emptied the pot in his former cellmate’s mug. You wait till after dark…”“But it’s not real money,” Arnie explained. Everything’s done nice and legal in your world. Take three or four of ‘em in a day in the motel. “Some things never change…”“Obviously. “Payback for the protection. Done with his cellmate Garth. “Cream with my coffee,” he repeated. Done with all the others. “Payback for the protection. It was a voracious look.
