The cat is after you again.You skid left toward a house; ignoring the front door blocked by a thick root and instead slam against the tall fence door....ang. Nothing. Locked. Shit.You scramble to your hip for your handgun and nearly lose your grip, but ha, its still in your hand. You aim at the handle and fire, once, twice, sending a fresh wave of excited cheers through the monkeys above.You slam your shoulder into the broken door and barrel through just as the creature leaps at you.You curse and. At first Granny had a man come in and help her exercise and then he showed me what to do each day so she would get stronger, I didn't mind as Granny was funny talking about the old days. We would talk about all kinds of things,but each day during our talks she would call me Carl. Carl was my Grandpa's name. One night I was on line and I started looking at pictures of naked Grannies and how they enjoyed sucking cock.Then I started thinking about my Granny and wondered if she still had sexual. He even put on some cologne. He stopped to pick up some fast food to bring to the club for Rita and him. She'd be happy to see him and pleased at his thoughtfulness.It was a slow night at The Pussycat that night being a weeknight. A few guys were sitting at the bar nursing their drinks and watching the girls with jaded, tired eyes. It was a small dump of a place, dark with a rounded bar, glasses hanging from the ceiling. Imbedded in the counter of the bar were quarters under plexi-glass. You. Just as I'm about to excuse myself and go to greet Jenna, the guy she runs into starts to play Sir Galahad. Before I know it, the two of them have sashayed into the bar and squeezed into a booth in the corner. Although Jenna is facing me she appears to be very intent on her conversation with the guy and my attempts to catch her eye go unheeded."Hey Mikey! Are you ignoring me?" brings me back from my thoughts as Gloria blows into my ear for attention. Although only seconds have passed since her.
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