That set just the tone I wanted.Over the next six weeks, I partied like there was no tomorrow. I dancedon tables. I wrapped myself around poles in ama...eur dance contests. Iguzzled beer from beer bongs in alleys. I snorted cocaine a couple oftimes, but was still enough of a chicken not to do more that dip my toein those waters. Keeling over from a heart attack would certainly not begood for Jennifer, but it wouldn't do me a hell of a lot of good, either.As I expected, the blog posts and whispers. Cameron moved over by the old man and leaned in close.“You old fart,” he said in a low voice, “I’m supposed to be dead, you should call me, I dunno, Brandon or something. And how did you know it was me?”“Cameron, my good fellow, you worry too much,” said Old Ben, just as loudly as before, “I don’t think Luis cares one smidge about your situation-- do you, Luis?” He leaned past Cameron, speaking at the man fixing the door.“Casi hecho, señor,” he said, not looking up from the screw he was. Next thing I know she's reaching for my crotch and rubbing my already hard cock through my jeans. Now it's my turn to moan! I return to kissing her, all the while pulling and pinching that fat nipple as she unzips my jeans and pulls out my cock. Mmmmmmm.....her had felt so good as she stroked me up and down, pre-cum leaking out. After stroking a minute or so she leans over........OMG I thinks, she's going to suck my cock! Holy shit! Well, it was unfuckingbelievable. A hot wet mouth sucking me. It’s so boring and dull. Especially the region of Ottawa. I missed the City of Boston sorely. I miss the Boston Red Sox. I miss the Boston Celtics. I miss the New England Patriots. I hope Brady can lead us to another championship, if he stops getting into accidents. Ottawa is so dull. And the people here seem proud to be boring. I find Ottawa’s residents dull, boring and bigoted. It’s almost as if each and every last one of them has a chip on the shoulder. Wow. Maybe they need to get laid, you.