Rimonateague, Chapter 3
Guest fucker gets his turn
We three throttled back on the intoxicants after that. I said to my men, “In wintertime, we really can’t tell what time it is after dark. With the smoke and drink romance, it might be close to ten, or eleven or even midnight.” I announced, “If anyone looks at a watch, clock or cellphone, I am cutting him off. This is too nice an evening to care about the time. We’ve nothing to do but have a good time, for a long time.” Wi...