Hank sat upright on the massage table, still sweating and still bleeding, with a blood-stained white towel around his neck.Bubba was into the supply cabinet, pulling out some bandages and tape, gauze, iodine, and a large pair of scissors.
"We gotta get you ready for a trip to Boston City so someone can fix that broken p***y-sniffer of yours,” Bubba told Hank.
“Christ," responded Hank, "do you always have to be so gross?" Paradoxically, at that same moment, Hank had been fantasizing his nose deeply nestled into that gorgeous Card Girl’s sweet spot.
“C"mon, kid, gimme those hands. I got just about five minutes before the ambulance is ready for your ride after they get back from taking Archie over there. I’ve got to get those gloves off you, Jeez they’re bloody, and re-tape your hands, and
