Chapter 12“Yeah, Kevin…Uh huh…”
Why was Kenny talking? Who was he talking to? Hayden screwed his eyes more tightly closed and snuggled closer to Kenny’s big, warm, reassuring bulk. He hoped to get back to his pleasant dream of using a sample of Kenny’s semen to make a Kenny clone so Hayden could have Kenny’s big d**k at each end at the same time.
Even though sleep started to pull him under again, Hayden heard Kenny still talking. He wasn’t talking to Hayden, was he? He’d mentioned a name…Kevin. Did Kenny know a Kevin? Did Hayden? His sleep fogged brain took a few moments to process those questions. Wasn’t there a Kevin who was the office manager at Parker’s Haulage, where Kenny worked? He’d met the bloke a couple of times.
“Jesus Christ, it’s my weekend off!” Kenny said loudly, his grip
