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point he’d found on the Paradise Park Community Center roof, he adjusted the focus of his binoculars. He had to get a better look at the son of a bitch kissing her. Civilian now, maybe, but hard-core military at some point, by the looks of him. Like some of those head cases back in the joint. Like he’d once been.
Oo-rah.
What was he doing at her house? Jealousy churned like acid in his gut and prickled along his skin.
He wanted to be the one kissing her…rubbing that fine ass, filling his hands with those pretty tits and squeezing… Not hard enough to hurt, though. That was part of the discipline, part of the control.
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