After all the close misses that had so vexed him, after Jack’s repeated f**k-ups, he was now about to enjoy his optimal revenge after all. Telling himself that it was his triumph over Kim that was exciting him and not the disgusting spectacle ahead, Edgar sat down in the chair he’d dragged over for later. Looking out at that chain-draped log he opened his slacks.
He knew of a way to kill five or ten minutes, at least.
***
Following the afternoon (and the night and the fortnight before) Bobby was horribly sore.
If not for all the heavy-duty motor oil they used on him he’d have been irreparably torn up by now. Certainly he was pretty raw back there. Nevertheless when Jeri examined him and finally put a stop to Mel and Angel, Psycho and Toni f*****g him (he had maybe the biggest night of
