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pornography. Even though, Danny being Danny, the website hadn't worked.

"Here's three bucks," said Jack, pulling the singles out of his wallet. "This is my last night in town, Danny.
Disable me, dog."

"I'm on the boat," said Tonel, getting out his own wallet.

"I'm up for a power run," said Danny, taking the money and fishing out two sticks of gum. "But Les
Trucklee says I gotta be here at dawn for the barbeque. All I do in that kitchen is, like, fry frozen fries for
freezing. I can't hack no more of that today. Tomorrow will be here soon enough. You dogs got any
booze?"
"We know where there's a lot of bourbon," said Jack, impishly curious to see what might happen if he
encouraged Danny. "Right, Tonel?" Ragland had fiercely enjoined the caddies to keep mum about the
mibracc's lockers, but tonight of all nights, Jack could afford to be reckless. "You get Ragland to chasing
you, Tonel," continued Jack. "And I'll scoop into Mr. Cuthbert's stash." Anything was better than going
home.

"What stash?" asked Danny.

So he told Danny, and they talked it over a little more as the light faded, in no rush to actually do anything
yet, the three of them chewing their Winnipeg Wheelchair. They strolled into the patch of rough between
the first tee and the eighteenth green. There was a grassy dell in among the trees where they could stretch
out without anyone coming along to boss them.

"Danny!"

It was the voice of Les Trucklee, the personnel manager. The boys could see him standing on the floodlit
terrace next to the barbeque wagon. He wasn't a bad guy тАФ he'd hired Danny despite his record. Les
Trucklee was gay, not too bright, in his thirties, a wannabe yuppie, with thinning blonde hair in a
comb-over. He had very large ears and a fruity voice.

"Oh, Danny!" repeated Trucklee, peering out into the night. "I need you. I know you're out there! I hear
your voice. You're making things hard, Danny." Jack or Tonel could have made a lewd joke then, based
on the obvious fact that Les had a crush on Danny, and on the rumored likelihood that the two were
having an affair. But they knew better than to tease their older friend about so delicate a topic. Danny
could turn mighty mean. And he carried a sizable pocket knife. Finally Trucklee went back inside.

"Let's get that bourbon," said Danny, breaking the strained silence. Circling around behind the barbeque
wagon, the three made their way towards the locker room door. But, dammit, the door was locked. And
they hadn't even seen Ragland and the mibracc go out.

"I know another way in," said Danny. "Through the ceiling of the furnace room. You can hop up through
a hole I found."

"Go in the ceiling?" said Tonel.

"There's a crawlspace," said Danny. "It goes to the ladies' locker room. There's a grate over their
showers. The men's is the same."

"You're still peeping?" said Jack, a balloon of mirth rising in his chest. "You really are a sex offender,