Best Friends Son
Best Friend’s Son (I) Burt’s Son - Part OneHe was giving me that look again. Like he did, frequently. Only this time the little bitch had taken off his shirt - so who the fuck wouldn’t look?And when I say little, I mean big.And when I say bitch, I mean stud.But all summer long he’d been giving me that stare, like I was about to jump his brawny ass and he was gonna cold-cock me if I did. Which he said he would, if I ever touched him, which would have disqualified him from the job site, except he...