Crank (Crank 1)

ld on me?

We Drove Down by the River

parked beneath towering cottonwoods.

Strange, how intensely desire

builds when the monster waits

at the far end of a drive.

On the way I learned, for a bad boy

Chase was incredibly smart. Webster

would envy his vocabulary, he was up on

current events, could quote Keats:

Give me women, wine, and snuff

Until I cry out hold, enough!

You may do so sans objection

Till the day of resurrection; for

Bless my beard they aye shall be

My beloved Trinity.

No mirrors, no blades, Chase reached

deep inside a pocket, withdrew an

amber bottle with a tiny spoon attached

to the lid. He set it on his knee.

Hey, you’re shaking. You’re not

scared, are you? We don’t have

to do this, do anything at all. We

can just sit and talk if you want.

“I’m not afraid, Chase.” Not of him.

Not with him. In fact, I felt quite safe.

It was monster desire that made me

tremble. Chase noticed.

Take it easy with this stuff, Bree.

It brings even good people to their