November 10, 2016 by dellanioakes
“I’m an old war horse, being put out to pasture, and the grass don’t look so green out there. I’ve been doing this job since before you were born. They all think I’m some daft old man who can’t even pee straight.”
“Then we’d better show them you’re still got the balls to bounce,” I replied.
Wexler burst out laughing. “Holy shit, Houston, I like you, girl. Give me something to do, I’ll do it.”
© 2016 Dellani Oakes