“Don’t play innocent with me.” Dwight’s face had become a mask of disgust as he knelt down by the box and took Jimmy’s wrists in his hands. He held them together with one hand while he reached for some rope with the other.
“I’m not, man. It’s just that…well, I liked it. Once I thought about it.”
Dwight leaned back on his haunches, putting down the rope and picking up the gun once more. He aimed it at Jimmy.
Jimmy stared into the barrel, wondering what the flash would look like if he fired.
“I ought to shove this up your ass, my fine boy.”
“Do it, then, I’ll let you.” Jimmy unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, wriggled so that they were around his knees. “Do you want to?”
Dwight shook his head. “Jesus Christ, you’re the sickest one of them all, aren’t you?”
Jimmy could see from his exp
