[Oh shit what does that stopping mean? Immediately he regrets asking like maybe he's crossed the line and offended Lawrence Dimick. But when the guy finally answers...well. His own eyes are a subtle yet bright burn behind a curtain of blonde, like trying to obscure a sunset. You've come this far, Newendyke, you've always liked this boy. He might graduate, you might never see him again.]
no subject
Not me...
[Swallow.] Will you...will you fuck me?