Another cold night. Demolition Man sighs and tosses and turns in bed. Why can't I sleep, for fuck's sake? he thought. He needed to focus on his goal. 1 000 souls of evil men. But.. his mind kept drifting elsewhere. Oh, how he longed for somebody's touch. That somebody being Party Poison. He had one night with the redheaded rebel— that being the best night of his life, but he craved more. What is happening to me?... Demolition Man groans and turns again, this time on his side. He screws his eyes shut, and his thoughts of the man of his dreams dissipate as he drifts off.
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