Boy Toy
Sam could say that at time, he hated the man. He
would always remember the satisfaction that he had expressed at Sam's
crying eyes. He hated the way he had denied him his friend, his
protector. Sam could honestly say that a good third of the time, he
hated him so badly.
But the other two thirds, he could definitely
say how much he /didn't/ hate him. How can you hate a man who could
make you hard by grabbing your shoulder. He was endearing in his
forceful manner. Sam couldn't find a way to do so.
Sam couldn't
help but decrease the fraction of time that he hated him. Because you
cant hate the man whose Pushing you deeper into the leather interior,
making you come. You cant hate the man who gets off when you wash
your car.
You cant hate the man who drags you across the country
to find alien robots, but still finds the time to check you into a
luxury hotel and woo you off your feet. Well. Maybe you can. But Sam
certainly couldn't.