He thought he would never stand again, because these memories would never go stopping. He thought he knew who it was, the whole tossing over the shoulder thing, and he wondered why in hell the man even bothered with Julie. Damn man was gay as the day was long, and ain't no one was gonna tell him different. Anyone that shoved their fingers up another man's ass like that wasn't anywhere damn near straight.
The thought of the mob brought it all clear, and Jules groaned.
"You're totally as bad at picking them a I am," Violet informed him.