Preacher. I gotta ask you something. What the hell's eating you?" "What do you mean?" he replied, frowning. Jack shook his head in frustration. "You have this beautiful little family under your roof. You watch over them like a papa bear. That kid adores you, you have a sweet, cuddly young beauty to knock boots with every night, and you're depressed. I mean, you are obviously depressed!" "I'm not depressed," he said somewhat meanly. "And I haven't knocked boots with anybody." "What?" Jack said, confused. "What?" "You heard me. I haven't touched her." "She have issues?" Jack asked. "Like the abusive ex or something?" "No," Preacher said. "I have issues." He laughed. "Yeah? You don't want her? Because she-" "I don't know what to do," Preacher said suddenly. Then he averted his eyes. "Sure you do, Preacher. You take off your clothes, she takes off her clothes..." Preacher snapped his head back. "I know where all the parts go. I'm not so sure she's ready for that...." "Preacher, my man, do you have eyes? She looks at you like she wants to-" "Jesus, she scares me to death! I'm afraid I'll hurt her," he said, then shook his head miserably. What the hell, he thought. Jack's my best friend. If I can't tell Jack, I can't tell anyone. But he said, "You say anything about this and I swear to God, I'll kill you." Jack just laughed at him. "Why would I tell anyone? Preacher, you're not going to hurt her." "What if I do? She's been through so much. She's so soft. Small. And I'm-hell, I'm just a big, clumsy lug." "No, you're not," Jack said, laughing again. "Preacher, you don't even break the yolks. You're-well, you're big, that's for sure." He chuckled. "You're probably big all over," he said, shaking his head. "Believe me, women don't mind that." Preacher's chin went up and he frowned, not sure whether he'd just been complimented or insulted. "Listen,
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