It doesn’t matter what happens. It needs to be done in the name of justice and revenge. That’s what’s up. It wasn’t always like that, though. ...h, my bad. You must be wondering who I am. The name is Alfonso Brown. Little Fonzie for my friends. At least it used to be. I call myself Red Blade nowadays. I would like to tell you some of my story. It’s too long for me to tell the whole thing here but I will do my best. I’m a New Yorker born and bred. Yep. I was born in Harlem in 1980. Like many black. His knees trembled and his body wanted to collapse against the mirrored wall and collapse into the ecstasy of the moment. He grinded the mirror some more with weak feeble efforts as his energy and payload was spent. At his ankles, his green pants were now a sopping mess, covered in precum, escaped piss and tendrils of spunk. Jesse sank to his knees leaving a trail of oozing wet precum and climactic spunk. An explosive burst on the mirror indicative of where his cock had erupted.Jesse put his. It might just have something to do with the fact that when we rubbed Joe Higgin's nose in it, we never gave him or his a demo. A little bird told me that Joe and his tech officers were a bit miffed and even more so when Wepdev put the thing under a blanket. Let me ask around, but you had better warn Captain Denholt, there'll be standing room only.That fission pile start up only interested the greasers and the yardies; this is the sparkies and the command structures and the yardies, you mark my. I can’t convince him otherwise, or at least he refuses to accept it, preferring the fictional me to the real me.”“Hey, no wait a minute. The real you gives great head, the fictional one no so much,” Reece said too much laughter from the others at the table, including Toni.“We’re like totally high,” Toni said and laughed.“Yeah, we’re like burning off our buzz, and then we’ll go home and fuck like rabbit’s,” Reece added.The drinks came and everyone stopped talking for a minute, then Jade spoke.