He salivated a bit over the five-foot-ten dude with the gold grill.“Sup,” said the dude. “I’m Bloke, yo!”“Hey there! I’m Laurent!”“D...ts wassup, mane! You got one uh dem Frenchie names, yo!”“Yeah! I guess.”“When you got here?”“A couple hours ago.”“Oh dats wassup. What’s yo D.O.C.?”“Mainly meth and coke. Yours?”‘I was fuckin’ wit’ crack and pain pills. I drank too.” “Oh okay.”“No judgment though, right, my nigga?”“Right!”“You comin’ from rehab.”“Nah. I was in jail.”“Damn. You don’t look like no. .. Guess I should get going" I say in a soft tone. As I turn around she softly grabs my hand and kisses me. "Why? Just stay, I really like you." Feeling her soft lips while Frenching me while looking into her beautiful Andian eyes made me stay. We spoke for about 20 minutes. It was like a regular date. I didn't want to ask what all these people were doing. It was quite obvious. We then went to dance. It was kind of funny how I was fully dressed and she (as everyone else) was naked. We were. A pause set in & she asked if I still smoke? I say as a matter of fact I do & have some if she wanted to join me cause it's always better w/a friend. She lit up w/a huge smile & says follow me & takes my hand to follow her & was led to a security system door n puts the code & walk into a voyeur room that has TVs & were installed in all the private rooms & could see everyone doing everything. I sit down & bust out my bolo pipe & inhale a huge cloud & give her a shotgun in her mouth to inhale &. Knowing that my wife was asleep I wondered why he would still be there. I walked around to the back of the house where I could see into the living room hoping that I might catch him stealing something or doing anything else that drunk college kids do. What I saw stopped me dead in my tracks. John had turned out the lights in our living room and I could barely see that he had my wife laid down on our couch and he was eating her cunt for all it was worth. I could see his head between her legs.