![]() He ran a hand through his thick, dark hair, fiddling with the bangs that fell over part of his forehead. His pale blue eyes were bright in the way they got when he was excited about something. And on more than one icy Minnesota night, he’d pleasured himself to the train’s distant rumble.Īfter checking the time on his phone, David straightened the collar of his shirt beneath his jacket. Growing up in Zebulon, he’d dreamed of running away and riding a train all the way to the ocean. But we don’t mind that particular noise, do we? His warm breath puffed over Isaac’s cheek. Except for the train, I guess.ĭavid smiled slyly and leaned closer. It’s quieter here at the end of the street. The garage would be just the right size, David added. They stood at the end of a little no-exit suburban street that backed up to a narrow stretch of land running along the railway tracks. ![]()
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