You're a good Irishman, right?" When Butch nodded, V said, "Irish, Irishโฆ let me think. Yeahโฆ" Vishous's eyes sobered, and in a voice that cracked, he said, "May the road rise to meet you. May the wind always be at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rains fall soft upon your fields. Andโฆ my dearest friendโฆ until we meet again may the Lord hold you in the palm of His hand.
J.R. WardI ejaculated about ten minutes ago and the stuff was black. So everything is not normal." Silence greeted that happy little announcement. Man, if he had hauled off and sucker-punched V, he would have gotten less of a shocked-out reaction.
J.R. Ward[...]you know what they say about messengers, right"? Excuse me?" Too much bad news will get you shot."[...]
J.R. WardSo will you meet me?โ โYeah. Sure. Where.โ โMontragโs safe house in Connecticut. If you were the one who killed him, you know the address.
J.R. WardV rolled the Aquafina bottle between his palms. "How long have you wanted to ask me the question? About the gay thing." "For a while." "Afraid of what I'd say?" "Nope, because it doesn't matter to me one way or the other. I'm tight with you whether you like males or females or both." V looked into his best friend's eyes and realizedโฆ yeah, Butch wasn't going to judge him. They were cool no matter what. With a curse, V rubbed the center of his chest and blinked. He never cried but he felt as if he could at this moment.
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