The Manhood Diaries
Justin started, his voice a warning.
Brody stood up. He didn’t look at Justin. He looked at Sandra, then at the expectant, horrified circle. The social contract was screaming in protest, but it was already shredded. “Rules are rules,” Brody said, his voice strangely flat. He unzipped his jeans.
“You’re not fucking serious,” Justin snarled, scrambling to his feet.
“Sit down, Justin,” Evelyn commanded, her voice cutting through the tension. “You made your choice. We all did.”
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