“Honesty stings.”
“This is true. So true. Now tell me what else happened. Set a part of your soul free and tell me the rest.”
“It’s horrible,” I say to Sam, looking at the boarded floor and his bare feet.
“But I already know that. I know you almost went to prison.”
I rub my d**k, attempting to tease him, but get nowhere with him. “Guess you do.”
“So tell me.”
I pause. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. Take a deep breath. Eventually I whisper, “I broke a few of his ribs and his nose. I almost blinded him in one eye.”
“Did you leave the party after that?”
“I did. I left him to die.”
“Who found him that night?”
“One of his buddies. A Chris somebody or other. He’s a fullback.”
“When did you hear from the cops?”
“The next day. All hell broke loose. Wally remembered talking to
