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...
Neville Hunt about 5 years ago
Absolutely the right thing to do Jake. Who would want to hug the slimy little git!
Jamie Clapperton about 5 years ago
Christopher about 5 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."
Frenchie about 5 years ago
Poor Milton... me thinking Jake is not the guy I thought he was :-D