Page 76 of Duke

I lower my head for a second swallowing hard.

I’m about to fucking cry.

Cry over a woman I might never have.

“Jesus,” he slaps my back hard, “snap the fuck out of it and drive.”

“Yes, sir,” I reply with a snort.

Once we get down to the main road, I grimace seeing the flashing lights of a cop car coming towards us.

We pass. I don’t look over but raise my hand in a half wave.

She beeps.

“Damn, that blonde cop is fine.”

“You wanna piece, eh Will? You’re like three decades too old for her?”

“Nah, you young’uns don’t know how to fuck right. You go too fast… gotta do them good and slow.”

“Who are you calling young, old man? I’m no frat boy.”

“No… no, you ain’t. God help that young filly Shanna if she’s not your blood.”

“Oh, she’ll be my blood. The question is by birth or marriage?”

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