Rubba-dump-hump

He put his hands in his pockets. There was a hole in one of them that was just large enough for the tip of a finger. You can guess what he used to do. Indecent. Filthy. His secretary never knew, but she could tell; a pervert is always easy to identify. You see it in the stubbly chin, the unwashed hair, the eyes gummy with sleep. Orfenbach was none of these things, but you could tell he would if he could. Fuck these respectable business types.

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