I think Mike was a little embarrassed about Jerry taking him out so quickly. But I told him that in the old days Jerry and I were in a lot of street f...ghts. A more experienced man outclassed Mike. But if it had been down to stamina, Mike would have beat Jerry hands down.Around one A.M. we were down to the clearing up. When most of that was done, I announced I was calling a taxi to take me home. Chia asked me if I would mind staying the night, as she claimed she was frightened that Jerry would. I went over and opened the pot. “Oh, yeah,” I thought.“That’s not my name on the pot, it’s what’s inside the pot,” I laughed. “That’s my mom’s barbecued gator ribs,” I explained as I grabbed a plate and loaded it.“Sweet,” I thought when I saw the ice chest at the far end of the table. Most of the bottles in it were beer, but I saw several plastic bottles of “swamp water” in one corner of the cooler. I’m not sure what she puts in it, but Mother Trudy makes it and I love it. It’s some mixture of. Each guy planned on feeding James their cocks.James let the giggling girls into his place and then stepped aside as all of the guys came pouring into the room. One of the girls, named Shreeya, placed her hands on her hips and demanded that James position himself on a sofa on his hands and knees.The guys began to form a line at one end of the sofa and started stripping their clothes off. One of the girls began smacking James’ sore butt cheeks.“You naughty, naughty panty boi! You need to suck. ’ ‘Adrian just broke up with me.’ ‘Oh Gracie…’ He said tenderly. He walked to her and enveloped her in a hug. ‘I’m sorry milaya.’ He rubbed her back the way he always did when he was trying to comfort her. Is that what husbands did? ‘Do you want some tea?’ Nicholas thought that tea made everything better. Every time she had a problem he would ask if she wanted tea. ‘Okay.’ She sat at the kitchen table as he made the tea. It was probably just the ritual of it, the physical action of making.