‘I should have suspected that,’ Karen sniffed. ‘We’re not here to spoil the fun, but you folks need a Sex Ed class before anything else happen....’ The imaginary class booed and shifted uneasily. As the train rumbled under the Continental Divide, Karen pictured herself and Bernard working with the class, explaining not the ‘facts of life’, but the facts of enjoyment. Just putting the brakes on the incipient mass fucking had let the men and women look at each other a bit, and Bernard’s suggestions. ‘They don’t have to know that,’ I paused finding the Jager. I poured two shots, Eighty-nine payed, and the Delts stuck out their tongues after throwing them back. Jager tastes like tar. The rest of the night went like that. Someone would ask me for an, insert random shot that doesn’t taste good and can make the lining of your stomach disintegrate, and I would pour them whatever I thought was appropriate. Five years of creating ads for fake clients and where do I end up, behind a bar putting my. Someone, Joe, is still slamming into me from behind and holding me in place. I look up into the eyes of my forward attacker. It's Kris. He's smiling and saying, "Suck it." I can't hear him, but that's what his lips are saying. He lets go of my chin, grabs his cock, and guides is toward my lips. I open my mouth, still looking up at him. His dick slides in. It goes past my lips, past my teeth, over the top of my tongue to the back of my throat and stops. I'm full. His pubic hair is tickling the. " Brian protested. "Gee. I found 'em and you guys take them away from me. No fair." Life just isn't fair, ever." The voice mocked him in his head. "Poor little pink creature." Dog punctuated his thought with a "Whuf" sound. He continued, "Besides, I knew where they were and told you their location. A thief hid them there a little over a hundred years ago and I saw him. So they're really not yours either. Don't be so greedy. See how happy your father and mother are."Brian considered his parents.