The Freak

Garth

The Jase fantasies

Garth felt worried. His usual strength was failing him. That sustained session on the electro-plate … it hadn’t been planned just to loosen up his tongue for the interrogation. It had got him sweating. Like doing a killer workout in the gym. But no break. Not a chance to take a breather when it got too much. It just kept on sneaking up on him from behind.