[Cuffed the way he is--oof, pinned with his back to the railing the way he is, one would think Freddy might find it harder to get the upperhand now. No sweat. Talking sweet, talking filth, these are the very things that got him into the circle where he met Mr. White in the first place. Freddy Newendyke is a born natural.]
It's only one. [He nods.] And he ain't no captain...but he's some kinda man.
[Freddy licks his lips. Here comes what he thinks is going to be the clincher. He reaches out to walk his fingertips over the front of Larry's pants.] Can I see what he's made of?
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It's only one. [He nods.] And he ain't no captain...but he's some kinda man.
[Freddy licks his lips. Here comes what he thinks is going to be the clincher. He reaches out to walk his fingertips over the front of Larry's pants.] Can I see what he's made of?