Michael Malone - Weebly

man. Brushing me off about the letters like that. So what
if a killer drags his wife out of bed one night. "I wouldn't
let the FBI in on this. They'll arrest you!" Sure, pal,
sure.
You'd be surprised, wouldn't you though? Fortynine,
fifty. Not bad, not bad. Pretty damn good. He
flexed his arms for the mirror, then lay down in front of
it and began a rapid series of sit-ups.
Yeah, Hayes has got himself a real bitch. Women
don't want a man anyhow. They'd rather have that
pansy librarian. I showed her though. I showed her
what it was like to have a man, no matter what she said,
whining and screaming. Hell, it was worth it to see the
look on her face, fifteen thousand dollars but it was
almost worth it.
They're all lesbians and fairy lovers. That Troyes
biddy goo-gooing at that faggot priest in a public
restaurant. Boy, they'd be surprised what I know. Don't
live in this crummy hole this long and not figure how the
land lies. Not if you're on the ball.
Breathing in short gasps, Barnum stood in front of
the mirror. He flexed the pumped-up pectorals with