Ben(jamin)

Ben lay in the dark with his eyes wide open. He knew for a damn fact that a slug of bourbon would do the trick. He'd slip right into sleep and stay asleep this time. Big day tomorrow, so of course he was wide awake. He had to be on shift at nine and he'd promised Matt that he'd pick up tonight so Matt could go to his daughter's play. She was going to be munchkin #5 in The Wizard of Oz up at the school. Seriously.

Ben can picture the bottle in the cabinet above the stove and suddenly he's standing up and walking across the cold tile of the kitchen, ignoring all impulses to stop. He reaches up to open the cabinet, flinching when the naked skin between his legs touches the icy cold metal of the oven.

His fingers close...

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