BILL CADY Word Count: 149,227 - At My Friend's Place

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 213
have three or four cars in the lot. Oh, and a lot of guns, too. That part would tip the odds
their way.
The green beret started talking again. Funny, I noted, this guy does a whole lot of
talking. Where I come from, you don‟t talk about it, you just do it.
“Tell me about it, Cady. I want your side before I fuck you up.”
“”What? Fuck me up? Man, your whole family‟s kinda sick, asshole. First you
say I‟m fucking your wife, then I‟m fucking your mother, then I‟m getting‟ it on with
your old man, and now you wanna fuck me? Perverted bunch, aren‟t ya?”
The green beret laughed, but it still looked like he was mad enough to be a good
step or two off his pace. Good one, George. Good one.
“Keep it up, Cady. Get me just a little more pissed and I won‟t just beat you to a
bloody fuckin‟ pulp, I‟ll kill yer no-good ass.”
“Yeah? Tell me, shithead, what makes you think you can do that? How, in your
wildest fuckin‟ dreams, do you think you can whip me?”
Okay, that was a real good one, George! I can see you got this dude all lit up.
He‟s madder‟n a bitch now. I kind of wished I‟d brought a chair from the bar, and my
beer, so I could enjoy this more. It looked like it was gonna be a helluva show, so I
didn‟t dare go back inside right yet.
The green beret launched into an explanation of all the things he‟d learned in
training to become one of our most elite fighters in any branch of the armed forces. He
started to outline a list of all the things he could do, including an estimate on each as to
how badly George would be damaged when it was over.
It ran into quite a menu of atrocities.
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