She would see him in the morning. Although he did now recall that when he had kissed her goodnight she had let the kiss linger slightly, the hint of h...r warm tongue slipping into his mouth for a millisecond. He had put it down to tiredness on his part because she hadn't reacted to it in anyway, but now he was thinking it may have been a sign? As he climbed the stairs, re-reading the text as he went, he noticed a flicker of light underneath the door of room 2. Someone was in there. Was this a. I was okay at getting girls but never quite had the confidence, the body, the dick, or the performance to be a true player. Well, he began one night when we were both pretty drunk by bragging about one of his beautiful white conquests. A German exchange student that apparently "loved black dick," or at least loved his black dick. He was bragging about how much she loved it, how she begged for it, how disrespectful he was slamming her up against the wall. I was definitely getting jealous of this. She would hate me for the rest of her life. Maybe I should have left her with her step father, and maybe her mother would have come back to get her from him, or maybe I should have never paid her mother off to sign her daughter away. There were a lot of maybes, but it was all that was going through my mind at the present time. I had made mistakes in my life, but nothing that hurt as much as this was hurting me now.Jerry left the room but I didn't even see him leave, I was so deep in thought. I. It’s something out of Pre-Raphaelite art, if you ask me.”“And you, what will you do?” Damien asked as he prepared to shower with Tara.“Lie here and fall back to sleep for a bit longer, dreaming of more of last’s night festivities. Like how I literally kissed Tara’s ass? She still has the smears, doesn’t she? If I could pick a tattoo for her, it would be of my lipstick on her butt. What would you think of that, sweetie?” Cassidy giggled, making Tara laugh as well.“Well, I wouldn’t object, as.