I shook my head and opened my eyes. Okay, so satchel wasn’t the word. XXX I couldn’t help but chuckle at what I had just gone through. That’s his name, Tony Li. I looked up and winked at my signed photo of Clint, cigar hanging out of the side of his mouth, hat blocking out only enough sun that he still had to squint. I’ll drink the water from the shower head. No. Nasty. And it scared the hell out of me. That scared me even more. My lips, face, the inside of my nose and mouth were covered in Candy. I stared at it. E.G. It looked like a blade. Couldn’t drink to that. I don’t know why, but my dick was in my hand before I realized I had moved to protect it. What a waste.




















