Rock had a secret.
He liked to mutter about and grump and growl about the holidays. About putting up the lights. About having to go shop. About having to come up with presents on his own for Rig and the kid.
He liked to swear he was never going to another mall again, god damn it.
But come Christmas Day, when it was quiet, and there were presents and food and Rig and Dick and peace... Fuck, he lived for that shit.
Not that he was going to let on, though.
A man needed to keep a secret or two, after all.
Published on December 19, 2012 14:48