So Sean it is.Okay, so I know what you are thinking: What about Melissa? What has happened to Melissa? The last story was Melissa Part 1 and now you'r... talking about Sean, where the fuck did Melissa Part 2 go?Well, the truth is that Melissa Part 2 gets rather dark. We could all do with a little light relief and if there is one thing Sean knows how to do better than anything else it is a little light self relief. Sean is a hand shandy merchant. I can still recall the first time I found him. I am Jim I am 16 yrs old, 6 feet tall muscular body, brown eyes and brown hair, small uncut shaved penis. Steven is 17 he is 5 feet ten inches, chubby body, and brown hair green eyes. We both live in aspen Colorado, I love to snowboard, but Steven is more of an indoor guy. Every morning we walk to school, and every morning I would meet him at his house. But this cold Monday morning wasnt the same. Steven wasnt himself. He barely talked to me on the walk to school and in between classes he. "Phil laughed hysterically. "God, you're like colonial or something or wish you were. You wish you could buy niggers to beat and fuck whenever you fucking felt like. Not wish. You do that. You buy some nigger slave, some Latina beauty, some fucking Swedish dish desperate enough to succumb to your greed and vanity and lust! Where! Is! She!" You'll never find out," yelled his mother. "And if you do, you'll regret it." She's right son," said his father quietly. "We'll cut you off completely." Why?. With all the dancers in there it was really crowed. We sat down at the small table that was mostly used for eating our lunch. Amber took out a small glass vial filled with white powder and emptied it out on the table, forming it into one long line. I had never seen cocaine before but I sort of knew what it was.She pulled out a soda straw that had been cut in half. "Now watch what I do" she said. She put the straw in one side of her nose and sucked half on the line. "Here, your turn" she told me.