Please rape me, sir

Hank: (by invitation and thank you cindy *g*)

Hank is at the old farmhouse that the gang has taken over as their clubhouse away from the city and any nearby neighbors.

He's sitting watching a big screen TV boosted from the back of a delivery truck on a satellite system aquired the same way while drinking his fourth beer and wondering where the hell everyone is. They were supposed to start to show up about half an hour ago.

He flips open his cell phone and hits speed dial for Jack then he'd call Adam to see what's holding him up next.

Jack's phone rings and rings as Hank drinks the rest of the beer and gets a fresh one from the refrigerator.
 
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