I resisted. I fully intended to be depressed and in a bad mood.“What in god’s name are you doing here, Maria? Is that Gary trying to hide behind y...u?” I growled at my colleague and friend. “Don’t you know it’s Friday night when young, randy people are off hitting the Honky-Tonks downtown and getting laid?”“Doc, you have been in such a bad mood all week since your woman went back to Chicago, that we decided that our good deed for the week would be to come out and keep you company!”Even as sour. The pussyboi groaned, “God! That dick feels so good, papi!”“Hell yeah, faggit bitch! Fuck you like we in prison!”“Yes, daddy!”“Nigga Daddy to you, faggit!”“Yes, sir Nigga Daddy! Fuck me!”“Take it like a good sissy faggit bitch boi!”“Mmmmm! Si, papi! Fuck me!”“You like when I climb in yo’ bunk and **** this faggit pussy, dontcha?”“Yes, sir!”Whap. Kenny smacked Gabriel’s tender booty with force. He extracted his dick after several minutes of banging the fuck boi’s backside. The younger Latin. In the tavern I sat down beside her at the table instead of across from her. That way, unless I tried to peek down her dress at those perfect breasts I was home free. She hadn’t busted me once since leaving the Texaco station. Of course, that was because she had to turn her head and look up at me so I was given warning. The really nice part was that standing so close, it was only natural to put my hand on her shoulder or take her elbow to help her in a door or over the curb. I even put an arm. Michelle had been in trouble (grounded) and wanting to runaway to better circumstances. She talked Phillip who was not in any trouble at that time, to go with her cause he knew the woods. He was decked out from head to toe in his camouflage hunting clothes. He even had his survival pack that was a must on our trips out. It was a green army ammo pouch with a zip lock baggy containing, Band-Aids, crackers (which was eaten the first hour) first aid cream, matches (which I found out later they used.