Anything You Say


The click of the handcuffs seemed loud in the silence of the room. Chest heaving with exertion, Doyle took a moment to wipe a hand across his sweating brow, the sting of salt making him blink as it trickled into his eyes.

"You have the right to remain silent," he intoned solemnly. "Anything you say can and will be used against you--"

"Fuck that!" Bodie growled. "If your neighbours can't stand the noise, they can kiss my--"

"Any kissing," Doyle said firmly, "will be done by me."

"As will any fucking, I hope," Bodie grinned.

"Count on it," Doyle replied.

-- THE END --

March 2008

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