"I'll bet for a favor."
From Create Your Own Story
"Good," Len says, and you lean over to line up the shot. Len moves behind you, and leans over you, pressing against your butt a little, and you can tell he's got a bit of a semi hard-on going.
"You need any help lining that up?" He puts his mouth near your ear, and you smell the faint odor of cigarette smoke as he speaks.
You grin, and push him back a little, and he moves back, laughing. It occurs to you suddenly that you could blow the shot, and lose on purpose. You figure you've only got a fifty-fifty shot of getting it right anyway, no better than tossing a coin. And owing Len a favor seems like a really good idea right about now.
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