Honey for SaleChapter 2
I was holding the check out to Jeb, but he wasn't reaching to take it and I began to worry that he might back out of the deal. Jeb scratched his balls and sniffed his fingers; the odor must have met with his approval because he looked at me, rolled the match stick in his mouth to the other side and said. "I got a couple stip-a-lations ta add ta this'en greement." He said trying to sound all lawyer like. "What kind of stipulations?" I eyed him suspiciously. "Well," he paused, "you...