Callen Is Missing

The call goes out…

I knew where he was.

It’s only like five degrees below zero in my office.

“It’s dark.”

“It gets dark at night on top of the horse barn. No shit.”

“It’s cold, too.”

“Callen, I’m freezing. Spit it out.”

“I don’t like girls touching me, and I don’t want them to see me naked.”

“We all have out limits, dude. I have mine. But I can get away with it because I’m an adult.”

“And I’m just a kid. Where are my rights.”

“You have none.”

“What if you don’t take me.”

“Then, the cops will come, and they will take you.”

“What are you doing.”

“I’m lighting up. It’s medical. Here, try it. Can we go inside now. My balls are frozen.”

“Then what.”

“Then, I will write about it, and you will pound the shit out of that punching bag.”

“Is that the program.”

“That’s the program.”

“When do I have to go back there.

“Two weeks.”

“I am, too, hallow.”

“No, there’s a lot of hot piss in you, Callen.”

“A lot, huh.”

“A lot.”