His brown eyes were full of a fine, shimmering anger. Yeah, I was. They put a small explosive charge on the lock and blew it. I was sitting on my living room floor, not too far from the door, and Richard and Nathaniel were still trying to keep Damian on the floor.
You'd know the truth, and it would be enough. Beans and wienies, I said, what the fuck does that mean? Dick and balls, he said, with a tone that implied everyone knew that. Even Damian went still for that frozen moment. He drew himself out slowly, and then began to work himself in, just as slowly.
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