Chapter 4

Colby said, “Hope I’m not bothering you.”

“You’re not.”

“You come by to drop off the signed contract?”

Do I sign the contract?

Do I not sign the contract?

Colby said, “I don’t want to push you into anything you don’t want to do, but…”

“I’m here to drop it off,” Burke prattled. He reached for the thin folder behind his seat, accidentally leaning his forehead against Colby’s left shoulder. Excusing himself, he told Colby, “Sorry about the contact.”

“No problem. I understand.”

Burke found the folder with his fingers. He placed the folder on the Jeep’s steering wheel, flipped it open, and stared down at page four where it read signature

“I have a pen,” Colby said. He lifted his ass off the seat, arched his middle upwards, and reached into the front, right pocket of his khakis.

Burke stared at the bulge next to him: lots there, semi-inflated, rounded, a khaki- and cotton-covered dick he perceived to be massive in size, thick, long. He swore it bulgedright before his own eyes.