I can’t be worth your effort now.”Stalking? Gay porn . . I saw you at a car show in St. Well, I’ll sell my baby to you on one condition.”What’s that, Bob. Actually, he was quite good looking, and, from the looks of his muscled body, Craig would have believed he’d built the log cabin himself. Craig didn’t care much for wine, but he bought Franco a wine cellar full. It hadn’t been just Franco. ‘God, man, I’m here for you.”No, please, Bob. Then he dropped his towel and said. I assure you that I’m offering top dollar.”And don’t I know it,’ Bob said. There’d been a lot of people with their hands out, all with plausible stories of needs, and it had taken Craig some time to steel himself against them. It seems ironic that this is how it started, because developing a love for collecting classic muscle cars was what Craig had chosen to sustain himself in his life of isolation in the first place.Craig hadn’t always been a recluse. I paid more for it than you paid me. No, two hours. The car is gone. Craig didn’t care much for wine, but he bought Franco a wine cellar full. They at least still pleased him and didn’t laugh at him
