— You’ve got something sticking out… there…
The voice behind me trembled.
German froze for a moment…
Damn.
Damn!
And it’s not like he’s some squeaky kid—yet it feels as if his mom caught him in indecency while watching pornography.
And it’s not that he’s ashamed. That concept simply wasn’t in his vocabulary anymore. Wrong age, wrong social status.
But “the tent” turned out to be quite impressive. It swelled properly.
What can I say.
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A couple of hours ago, instead of a painkiller, they injected German Basil with a horse dose of testosterone. And now—an SV compartment, a stranger, and New Year’s Eve night.