Is more or less the sound March makes at such obscene talk, lip curling. At least, at first, it may seem he is Agog an Aghast at how abruptly and directly Mister Walker here has referenced masturbation. A private matter! Just there, bold as day, in naked discussion! What sort of man does this? How can he live with himself? The terror!
"That's all it is, isn't it? A sad jerk off. Not really fulfilling. Not even as satisfying as fucking a corpse."
Something everyone had experienced, naturally. March ashed his cigarette and leaned back, picture of a man relaxed enough to say things like not even as satisfying as fucking a corpse without any worries how that could be taken.
"I want more for him, Mister Walker. I dare say you want more for him, too. Not a life of this..." A wave of his hand. "...making a name off other men's scraps. Real power, not the superficial sort that comes from a..."
Quickly, lazily, March makes the universal jerking off gesture.
How's your roaring twenties weirdo experience, fella.
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Is more or less the sound March makes at such obscene talk, lip curling. At least, at first, it may seem he is Agog an Aghast at how abruptly and directly Mister Walker here has referenced masturbation. A private matter! Just there, bold as day, in naked discussion! What sort of man does this? How can he live with himself? The terror!
"That's all it is, isn't it? A sad jerk off. Not really fulfilling. Not even as satisfying as fucking a corpse."
Something everyone had experienced, naturally. March ashed his cigarette and leaned back, picture of a man relaxed enough to say things like not even as satisfying as fucking a corpse without any worries how that could be taken.
"I want more for him, Mister Walker. I dare say you want more for him, too. Not a life of this..." A wave of his hand. "...making a name off other men's scraps. Real power, not the superficial sort that comes from a..."
Quickly, lazily, March makes the universal jerking off gesture.
How's your roaring twenties weirdo experience, fella.