He had to get help or Ken would die. Hurriedly, he whipped out his cell and dialed 9-1-1. The man saw this and ran towards Chase. He tackled him and C...ase’s phone flew into an open dumpster just as a dispatcher answered the call“9-1-1, what’s you emergency…Hello? Is anyone there?”Knowing his call got through, Chase screamed at the top of his lungs.“HELP!!! MY BOYFRIEND WAS STABBED!!!PLEASE SEND SOMEONE!!! HURRY!!! TRACE THE CALL!!! HE-“The man violently hit Chase and threatened to kill him if. I feel horrible about it," worried Gwen."Don't even think that!" replied Jordan with emotion. "You were concerned about the guy. We all were. If there's one thing I've learned from you and Steve; it's that the truth is always best. You have no way of knowing how Hardy found out, how it has affected Steve, or how it'll play out in the end. I do know this. Steve would never want you to feel guilty about it. You've saved his life a couple of times and he loves you dearly. You need to dig down and. ”“You don’t like women looking at your penis?”“I can’t remember that last time a woman looked at my penis, so I don’t remember if I like it or not.”“It was 9 years ago.”“Now you knowing that is uncomfortable, right?”A very drunk guy walked into the restroom as we walked out and back into the main room of the bar. I was followed closely by the woman that I was starting to be afraid of. Why? I didn’t feel anything for her. I didn’t want to stare into her eyes or gaze on her bare midriff or glance. I pull my soggy shorts off and fling them across the room, they smack against a poster of Meghan Fox who might have been doing something for me, but my morning wood is non-existent. Cum is caked on my dick. Geez! Did I not clean up at all? I wipe my penis off on the sheets and notice that my flaccid member is dripping. The fuck!?Pre-cum dribbles at a consistent rate out of my cock. I stroke it a little and some more drips out, but I don't get hard. I stare up at another poster, Kim K. This time.