Jack was still in the back of the truck. A different truck than Blayne’s he wasn’t sure how long he’d been there for. Although his shoulder was ringing with pain.
He’d been stopped though now for awhile. All though he wasn’t hot. So it must be dark.
He was thirsty mostly. Not for water for a beer or even a smoothie. He used to have those everyday in LA. He liked one the best called the green machine. Although whenever he was with Jill he couldn’t get it. Always had to have something with the most protein. Jill would act concerned if he didn’t get it. Ask him if he was feeling okay. Like a gentle nudge back on track. But Jack knew what it was she pretty much could have been holding a bullwhip. Or something.
Sometimes when she wasn’t around he sneak off and have a green machine. That’s all he wanted now really.
Then the truck bed opened, and he was pulled out.
“Let’s go muchacho.” A man said shining a flashlight in his eyes.
He’d been stopped though now for awhile. All though he wasn’t hot. So it must be dark.
He was thirsty mostly. Not for water for a beer or even a smoothie. He used to have those everyday in LA. He liked one the best called the green machine. Although whenever he was with Jill he couldn’t get it. Always had to have something with the most protein. Jill would act concerned if he didn’t get it. Ask him if he was feeling okay. Like a gentle nudge back on track. But Jack knew what it was she pretty much could have been holding a bullwhip. Or something.
Sometimes when she wasn’t around he sneak off and have a green machine. That’s all he wanted now really.
Then the truck bed opened, and he was pulled out.
“Let’s go muchacho.” A man said shining a flashlight in his eyes.
