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The Hungry HusbandThe thing to do is somehow manage all that without going completely ape and having to be strapped down to a table." David looked at him, expectant and impatient to hear more. Seeing this expression, Brad laughed. "I knew it!" he said. "You need help, so you've dug up an expert right? I'm supposed to play Big Brother and 'fix you up,' as we used to say back when we were sophomores. Well, I'm sorry, Dave, you'll have to do it yourself, because believe me, you won't enjoy one juicy minute of it if you have to hire a pimp." "Oh hell, that's crazy, Brad. I could never think of you like that. You're a friend who's been around a lot more than I have, so… well, you have contacts… and…" "No, no… you are gonna do it, not me. Unless there's discretion and complete freedom of choice, lechery's for the birds. You've gotta be an independent sneak, an aggressive loner, can't tell your right nut who's lickin' your left nut. Cool… sotta voce, get it?" "No," David said quite honestly. Grinning, Brad seemed about to relent. "Tell you what-I will give you a push in the right direction-but nothing more than that ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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