He was so going to hurt when I had my fun with him.Greg started to struggle and howl, so I lifted him up and carried him back to. Gay porn . . …to…Oh, fuck. I was not going to have my needs denied. Spines. And I found that if I just kept feeding the radiator on that van coolant and water, it would go fine. I watched it continue in front of me then do a slow turn and come back.It looked like a highway patrol plane, the kind they use to speed-check cars racing down the 15 between Vegas and LA. It would see me pull off the road and head into the cave…unless…Unless I stopped at the hotel and…and…and what? He was conscious and had been looking at me!Oh, that little son-of-a-bitch. I was miles from that.It passed on by and I figured I was just being paranoid…when it circled over me, again.Fuck…I’d been found. The motel and then the turn to the cave were about twenty-odd miles farther on when I heard a plane pass overhead. So here it was, three weeks later and I was bringing back double the meals.
