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Colorado State Patrol - 1. Big Hands
“He put his hand where?”
“Right on my junk!”
“And you just let him?”
“As if I had a choice. We were on a deserted road, in the middle of nowhere, I was bent over at the waist, my legs spread, and my hands resting on the motorcycle seat.”
“But you’re big, Baylor. You could have stopped him.”
“Are you nuts? You shoulda seen this guy. He wasn’t like gross, bodybuilder large or nothing, hell he was really young and pretty, but big. His shoulders must have been twice as wide as his waist, the seams of his shirt sleeves I was certain would pop at any minute, and the vein running along the top of each biceps was as thick as one of my fingers.”
“You’re exaggerating.”
“Yeah, well, maybe a little. Dude, I tell ya, this guy was huge. Hell, his hands were as big as dinner plates. The one he put on my crotch covered the whole thing! And you know I ain’t small.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. We all know you’re hung, Baylor. But what happened then?”
“After he finished frisking me, he returned the baggie I had my two emergency joints in, told me to: ‘Make sure you don’t fire one up before getting on the motorcycle, Mr. Warren.’ Then he wished me a nice day and let me go.”
“That’s it?”
“Well… not exactly. He also gave me his number. I have a date next Friday with Officer Espinosa of the Colorado State Patrol.”
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