Toby cannot decide which is worse; the overly cliché 1970s RV that he and this unnamed man have just entered, said man's hideous biker attire, or the beard that looked as though it hadn't been washed since the 1970s.
Really though, as long as he gets paid, he can put it in the back of his mind.
He glances back at the restaurant one more time before the door is shut. He wondered how Bree was killing time. Right before he'd left, he'd seen her chatting it up with a middle aged Native American man. Flirting, perhaps? A bit of jealously growls in his chest. He had truly begun to care for his bizarre companion. Rather than seeing someone seeking to set him on some sort of bullshit righteous path, Toby saw a pair of entrancing blue eyes and auburn hair he wouldn't mind running his fingers through. He no longer cared what was between her legs.
Toby lifts his hips as the man slips his jeans and underwear past his thighs. Instead of rough, calloused hands, he imagines Bree's delicate fingers and pale skin. As the biker attire is stripped away and tossed carelessly over the man's shoulder, Toby thinks of what Bree might look like slowly undressing. She would probably want to wait until after her surgery. If she even allowed him to see her naked, that is. A vaginoplasty would undoubtedly make her feel better about her body, wouldn't it? Make her confident enough to let him see her as she wanted to be seen?
The man caresses Toby's body, slowly lowering the boy's head to the aching organ between his thighs. Toby tries to picture Bree as he takes the man's length into his warm, wet mouth. He would much rather be back in that restaurant, allowing the teenage emotions he'd tried to eliminate when he had first started selling his body to flow free, confessing his true feelings for the woman who had saved him from more jail time.
Perhaps, he thinks, in the near future.
Once she'd had her surgery and had become accustomed to her new body.
Maybe then Toby would tell Bree that he was glad for all the things she'd saved him from, and that he wanted to spend more time with her. Maybe learn about who she was before she became Bree, if she didn't mind talking about it.
But, until then, business was business.