He breathed deeply for a minute before he grabbed two glasses and filled them with ice and water from the refrigerator. Cason didn’t want to live the lifestyle all the time either. Xxnx “Drink up,” Cason told him. I don’t want bad memories to pull you out of your headspace while we’re playing.” Cason could work around that, though he loved to see a man held immobile, quivering as he waited for whatever came next. He stopped in front of Vince’s chair and held out the cup. “Here you go.” He flipped two coasters out of the holder onto the wood table he’d carved. “I think I have a pretty good idea of what you need. “He’s such a brat.”
Cason agreed.
