"Why do I want to stay here with you?"Rick whispered, "Because you want me. That's why."Clarence quickly snapped out of it. He began to feel a little ...nsteady with what transpired since he entered this neighborhood.He stood up from the sofa. "I think I should leave I'am not gay."But before he could even leave the living room, he could feel a hand seizing his arm and forcing him to turn around. Rick's smile didn't vanish just yet."Don't fight it. We've got something special going on between. Just then he sat back on knees, geisha-like, and organized his belongings, his soles wrinkling up. I tried to shake the thought, but all it did was open my eyes wider. I noticed his nice calves, his big, round ass (he was a little chubby), and finally my eyes stopped at the hint of the cleft of his ass. I felt myself growing hard.“Damn son, ass like that and you should be in videos!” I was only-half joking, hoping the conversation would alleviate the swelling in my pants.“The fuck outta. His unsolved problem was how to protect them long term.Toro came to sit beside him. “So, what now boss?”“Haven’t a clue,”Chicosaid with a humorless laugh. “Any suggestions?”“Well, we could camp out here and hold this position until the water runs out.”“Yeah, well, there’s an idea.”“Yeah. Well, I could try to shoot the lock off.”Chicosighed. “It’s tempting to waste the ammo, I know. But remember our experiments at Rabbies Dram. Tungsten drills, the blowtorch, the crowbars and. “Stacey is leaving me and, at the least, wants to minimize my position with my daughter,” I said. Yes, I know that was maybe an exaggeration taking into consideration what she’d actually said, but I had gotten a very bad feeling from her tone and look when she laid it all on me.“Excuse me! You and Stacey! I mean you’re quits?” he said.“Seems so, yes. She laid it on me this morning. There’s more, but that’s the bottom line,” I said. “Boss, I need a couple of favors if that would be all.