Butch didn't live in his own place. He didn't spend his own money. He had no job, no future. He was a well-kept pet, not a man.
J.R. WardThat is a beautiful tuxedo,โ Phury announced as he and Z pushed the door wide. โI have one just like it .โ โFritz has the candles lit,โ Rehv said from behind the twins. โHey, nice tux. I haveone just like it.โ โMe, too,โ Phury agreed. โThe fit is fantastic, isnโt it.โ โThe shoulders, right? Tom Ford is the bestโ
J.R. WardI thought symphaths didn't have a conscience." "I'm half my mother's boy, too. So I have a little." "Aren't you lucky." The Reverend's chin dipped down, and his eyes flashed pure, purple evil for a split second. Then he smiled. "Noโฆ all the rest of you are fortunate.
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