CHAPTER FIVE
"Here I am a red hot kid with a big c**k and hot nuts and I can't get a broad," Joey Davis wailed to a group of Fowler's Emperium delivery men at lunch.
"Oh you got an inside job, that's the trouble." Jerry Trent told the pint-size expediter.
The others wasted no sympathy on Joey. They had him tabbed as a schemer strictly out for Joey Davis. Even though he was no older than Jerry Trent, he had conned himself into an easy chair job in the store, and was making more money than the routemen. He loved money and his furtive, foxy brain was always scheming for that extra buck for Joey Davis. Nor was he particular as to how or where he got it.
Despite this, Joey envied Jerry. Jerry was big and strapping and handsome. Joey was small and runty and scruffy-looking. Joey's skin was a
