Chapter 85

• Slade went to the door and Colt was standing there leaning against the door frame, swinging the cuff key around his finger. “What’s up, Jungle Dick?”
• Slade rolled his eyes and heard Candy giggling behind him. “Jungle Dick?”
• “Yep. Isis has shown every girl on the roster, and half the stage crew, the photo of your junk. You’re a legend, brother. They have dubbed you Jungle Dick. Sahara said it looks like an elephant trunk.” Colt sauntered past him into the hotel room. “So, Candy, can he work it, or is it all for a show? Just cause it’s big doesn’t mean it’s good.”