" Shit," somebody muttered."I spent the last couple of years getting shot at by better assholes than this guy," Scott said. "I don't like it much." He...l, mister," the corner voice said, "Burt's an idiot, but he'd never shoot anybody. He's mad because the Black Horse is the last place locals can drink downtown, and now it's changing into a disco."The other patrons grumbled in agreement.Scott lifted Burt's head. The drunk had passed out. He let go of the man's arm."First off," he said. "I don't. I went to the room, and was already horny thinking of her, so called the Spa and asked them to send me a girl 4 a rub and a tug i.e. massage and a hand job. They send me a nice small Mezzeto girl with a cute tight body, she asked me if I wanted sex but I never pay for a fuck, and she would have been used a few hundred times already, better to put me dick in a toilet bowl Yuck!!! She did give me a great massage, not as good as what the Thai or Chinese chicks do but good enough and she gave me a. I had the perfect hiding place for my patches, underneath my mattress Icut a hole and put them in the mattress, at the end of each day I alwaysmade sure to peal the patches off before I got home as to not leave anyevidence for anyone to find.For the first three months or so I didn't notice any changes, but Ireligiously put two patches on every day, I would sit in class or walkdown the hall looking at the pretty girls, knowing I had female hormonesflowing through me just like them, thinking to. "Don't, please don't," she yelled from the floor above and then I heard a door close."Damn," said the man behind me again, poking me harder.I whirled on him, kneed him hard, brushed his gun hand down, gripping on the big pistol's hammer and flint so it would not fire, and hit him flush in the mouth with a swinging right that had most of my weight behind it. I felt his teeth and nose crunch. He staggered, and I hit him in the center of his chest while I twisted the gun from his hand. Then I.