anyway tonight i went out and they played the chain by fleetwood mac at the gay bar and i could immediately identify each and everyone who has been rotating gay pirates around in their heads like rotisserie chickens for the past christian week
The steady weight of his boot dug into their back, the bottom edge of heel bitting into their spine. Below them, their fists clutched at wet grass, fingernails digging into the soil.
“You got so far.” He almost sounded disappointed, but humor laced the edges.
The weight pressed heavier, down into their lungs as he leaned in. They swallowed back a noise, refusing to allow it to be squeezed out.
“But never far enough.” His smile was apparent, easy and wicked.
The boot twisted, sending the burn of treaded sole through their shirt.
“Give me that rope,” he called over his shoulder to another pursuer. “We are going to make their ride home veryuncomfortable.”
