[Fortunately for Lawrence Dimick, Freddy Newendyke happens to enjoy having his...bravado ripped to wet messy shreds. To that smirky smirk smirkness he just shrugs.]
Sure.
[He'll get the rubbers. Oh fuck just thinking about having two dicks to work with is making his coat feel heavy. The kid manages to climb out without a third not-quite-leg getting in the way. He's not that worked up. Yet.]
[That's what he figures otherwise the give and take would be easier. All about the joy of the game.]
Got cash?
[As though he doesn't have any of his own. Larry watches that man step on out. The clerk won't know what kind of a good time they're helping out with. Freddy isn't that worked up, but he sure will be. When is the question? The old man'll keep a close eye on that. Better to bring on up later.]
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Sure.
[He'll get the rubbers. Oh fuck just thinking about having two dicks to work with is making his coat feel heavy. The kid manages to climb out without a third not-quite-leg getting in the way. He's not that worked up. Yet.]
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Got cash?
[As though he doesn't have any of his own. Larry watches that man step on out. The clerk won't know what kind of a good time they're helping out with. Freddy isn't that worked up, but he sure will be. When is the question? The old man'll keep a close eye on that. Better to bring on up later.]