"Get in the ride, dude," Benjamin instructed as soon as Tommy got close.
Tommy complied not wanting to argue at all though didn't stop his mind from racing with one question.
Was this obedience an indirect acceptance of Benjamin's job offer? He couldn't be sure.
He observed Benjamin finish his cigarette, toss it to the ground, and crush it underfoot, prompting a reaction from his 'guy' down there.
It didn't just twitch; worse, it began to rise like a bloating loaf of yeasted dough.
Shit!
Benjamin slid into the driver's seat from the other side, removing his hat and fixing his gaze on Tommy. Their eyes locked in a silent standoff until Tommy finally looked away.
"Shed off the pants," Benjamin ordered, pulling out a piece of gum from his pocket and unwrapping it with a deliberate motion.
