Not now. Maybe it was genetic. Amateur porn Or dream.”
Brynn knew men were horny. “Alone again?”
Brynn nearly jumped. Now it’s—what?—BattleLines?” The man’s head turned toward advertisements in the windows. Brynn wasn’t a brave or confrontational person, but he managed to ask, “Okay, but can that be the last thing?”
“Last thing?” Gilbert queried. Sorry, but I mean, I’m a man. Brynn was captivated by how much Gilbert gripped their fingers tighter and how the man’s hip still pushed up in very slowly and how he moaned. It— the man’s penis. He hadn’t heard the man approach. Real simple. It would mean a lot to me.” His hand touched the boy’s head. Spent money. Makes me feel young and alive at least for awhile. “‘Challenge your skills! I got daughters. Sexual, yes. Own a home. He let his hand relax and meld further into the template of Gilbert’s will. “Ehhh, plenty of time,” he said as he settled back into the driver’s seat and looked out the side window. Strange and, in a small way, frightening. Had he done enough? He felt validated walking with this man. “Sittin’ on the original cement.
