Chapter 16

One the regulars, Damion—his name was stitched into his shirt—made the comment as he was about to step off the bus, “Didn’t get fucked last night for Christmas?”

Everyone knew I was gay. I made no bones about it and even had a rainbow flag tattooed like a bar code on my neck where it was visible to all. I was big enough that naysayers rarely messed with me. Anyone who tried learned the error of his ways fast.

My only reply was, “Nobody fucks me, Damion. I do the fucking. Always.”

Well, that wasn’t true. Nelson had fucked me once. We’d been drunk, and I’d apparently begged for it. I still denied it to this day. And I didn’t want to think about Nelson right now, either. A flare oflust in Damion’s brown eyes told me what I’d suspected for a while. He definitely swung for my team.

“I’d be happy to help you out sometime,” Damion replied as the other workers nudged him down the steps, wanting to get off the bus and into a nice warm building since it was freezing outside.