Fuck, did I regret pissing on that electric fence. ‘Cause now I had a Johnny at gunpoint and all I could think about was how my junk ached. Colin giggling, like a fucking schoolboy. Every time he stopped, he looked at me and burst out laughing again. The Johnny looked scared.
I hated everything about this job. The dew-heavy grass soaking and freezing my feet like I’d stepped in a puddle in January. Getting up at three in the morning to drive to God-knows-where and tromp across a mile of farm to pop this guy doing whatever you do on a farm at buttfuck am in the morning. The goddamn horses and their goddamn horse smells.
Another giggle put the cap on it. “Last request,” I said. Colin stopped laughing, ‘cause he knew what was coming. “Hey, just ‘cause you took the dare-”
“Shut it.” To the Johnny: “Last request.”
“Do it away from the horses. Blood’ll upset ‘em.”
“Fine,” I said. I popped a few into the horses, and as their freaky horse screams started, I popped him in the chest. Let him nod off with that in his ears.
What a goddamn shitty way to start a day.