No training or drills, no toilets to scrub, no trucks to wash, no schedule whatsoever. Well, that wasn’t entirely true—a ritual of sorts had been bred many moons ago. It involved warm doughnuts from Anderson’s Bakery and a rather competitive round of hoops to burn the plethora of fat and calories they’d inhaled at the start of the day. Today was no different from any other Sunday in recent memory. Randall had wolfed down three key-lime-glazed doughnuts upon his arrival, and as usual, his team consisting of Grant, Ty, and Mark, were currently up by sixteen points. Yep, just an ordinary Sunday… Only, it wasn’t. Outwardly Randall looked the same, but on the inside underneath his tough façade, he was a changed man. Last night he’d sunk his cock deep inside his dead best friend’s wife. He’d broken cardinal rule number one, and yet that matter was only the tip of the iceberg. It was the fact he’d enjoyed every blessed moment of it—that he couldn’t wait to do it again—that gnawed on his conscience.
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