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Bourbon On The Rocks #14


I actually saw red in his eyes, and I don't think the bourbon had had time to lacerate his eyeballs yet.

"Don't you talk about Paige that way, Jake! She was a good girl. She was..."

He slumped to the floor and started bawling.

I hate to see grown men cry. I never know what to do. A dame I can handle, but not a guy. I just stood there motionless like a dime store mannequin. I was hoping he would find his composure soon. Thankfully he did. I pulled my handkerchief from my pocket and handed it to him...

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    Neville Hunt over 6 years ago

    Absolutely the right thing to do Jake. Who would want to hug the slimy little git!

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    Jamie Clapperton over 6 years ago

    Me Too.

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    Christopher over 6 years ago

    Thanks, guys. I felt sorry for him too when I wrote it. He's already shaping up to be the quintessential "hapless loser."

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    Frenchie over 6 years ago

    Poor Milton... me thinking Jake is not the guy I thought he was :-D

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