When Clay stood, after crushing out his smoke, I noted a bulge at his crotch, and, as if to welcome interest, he reached down to adjust things. This was torture for me and things worsened when he took me down to see the marshal.
Last time I entered a lawman’s office I was dragged there, under arrest. Now, as I entered this one, I seized up inside and my d**k, which had softened on the walk, tried to climb up inside me.
“Hank, this is Roy Shuster,” said Clay to the marshal. “He got robbed out on the San Pedro this morning. Roy, this is Marshal Hank Seal.”
As I shook the marshal’s hand, Clay continued. “I know that’s not your jurisdiction, but I figure the outlaws likely to ride in here so I told Roy he should make a report.”
“Good idea,” Marshal Seal said. He then asked questions and to
