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Chapter 1

Travis Rayford got a boner watching the kid walk out of the nightclub

Although the boy tried to hide how puny he was under his ave it away--long bones with not much meat on thes, shagged short around big shadowed eyes and full lips Lips like that, Travis knew, felt like a wet O-ring around whatever they sucked

Boy toy trying to pass for badass Travis reached down to adjust his package "Who is he?"

"I don’t know his nae for his Nirvana love and his laundry hatred, insisted His left leg jiggled up and down, popping a bony knee in and out of a tear in his dirty jeans "He works over at that castle place on Forty-six You know, the one Cheryl makes ly, ruer Castle?" In the backseat of Travis’s Charger, Dexter Morris looked up from his Nintendo DS to scowl "Great All the free fries we can score Let’s juht on that, Trav"

"I lare "Over off I-Four, back in them woods out there by Lost Lake You know, that place where they dress up, ride around on horses, and play at that King Arthur shit"

Dex swiveled toward the backto check out the boy colass "So the dude’s sos freak" He flopped around and blew a disgusted breath over his forehead "Whatever, man"

Travis checked the clock Three hours until sunrise, and if he didn’t score a couple hundred toon the couch in Dex’s trailer for the next month As much as he was tempted to ride all over the kid’s pretty ass, he needed better pickings than a punked-out feht," he said finally "He ain’t gonna have no money on him"

"Gears up like he’s loaded, don’t he? You know that leather shit ain’t cheap Plus I know he can get rab hi keys to the castle, ht before they closed? I seen hionna say to OPD when they catch us breaking into one of the attractions, pinhead?" Dex lifted his leg and kicked the back of the seat He changed his voice to a falsetto version of Grunge’s "’Good evening, Officer Here are my balls So how, exactly, would you like me to suck your dick for the next twenty years?’"

The drizzle outside becahtened and his erection subsided Ever since they’d rolled that swish in Daytona, Dex had been pushing it He’d just passed the too-far e forearmed a rim of beer and sweat fro down next week for a whole otta do hi, man" Travis drained the last of the Bud from his own bottle "You sure?"

"C’ued

Warren Aest of the four, he alternated between s at a wart, his namesake "I think Dex’s scared ’a that nance ’Fraid he ht fall in love"

"Suck my dick, Wart," Dex shot back

"Y’all shut up--he’s colance back at the nightclub, and then at the watch around his wrist He didn’t look at the wet, but Travis was ood, close look at it, and elbowed Grunge "Fucking-A,a Rolex"

"A got-damn Rolex," Wart confirrinned "So whaddaya say we go ht as he edged back into the doorway No kid in his rightalone in the rain in this part of Orlando at three am, not without a pit bull on the end of a flimsy chain But there he was, pretty boy with a ten-thousand-dollar watch, strolling along like he owned don Faggots like hi

And maybe, when they were done, Travis would take hiood for

"Aiight" Travis took his keys fronition and pocketed the He’s gotta walk between it and the back of the bank to get to the parking lot Wart, you cut hie, you and Dex coloves with quarters inserted in the knuckle pads "I’ll take hioed out of the car

Travis looked through the rearview mirror at Dex, but waited until Wart clionna sit back there and play with yourself all night?"

Dex switched off his DS "I got a bad feeling about this, man I know you need the money and all, but shit, you can crash at my place for a while"