He's doing it again. He's got that look in his eyes, the hungry, feral one. And then there's...There! That little flicker of tongue as he licks his lips. Not like he's tasting anything, like after a good meal. More like he getting ready to...
Fool. Look away already.
It's soft. Not as long as some, and a bit crooked, but he roll it between his fingers anyway. Savouring the moment before he slips it between his lips and...
Smokers are the biggest teases.
Just you wait, preacher. I will have my revenge.
But first, I need a very stiff drink.