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Chapter 10
Was it a dream, me getting sucked off in the night? Frank’s mouth, me bucking as I let go, then fell back to sleep? I woke next morning d**k in hand, dried come all over. This led me to determine that I would f**k Frank Metty in Contention. I would bend circumstance my way, else I’d go crazy with need and become useless on the job. I cleaned up at the pond, hearing Bonner emerge from the cabin behind me. This caused me to linger at my ablutions as sight of his parading was getting old. What I’d like to do when he was up to the shithole was slip into the shack and get at Frank, maybe before he even woke. Turning my head just enough to see Bonner stride up the canyon, I relaxed some, which led me to the fact I had work to do. Quit f*****g around, or thinking of it, I told myself. But when
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