A pencil drawing, that was there at every game day since freshman year. Arced over the top, “Go go Diamond Dillon” Still, no clue. “Are you pray...ng to it Dillon”? Asked a voice behind me. I turn around, and it's Jackson, my center. We hadn't spoke much since the night of opening day. Maybe he had guilt feelings for partying down with Parker and me, and 'allowing' himself to let a dude blow him, then tear up his ass. “it is special yo—that's why I got the tat” “Still don't know huh”?. We have to close the place together and you have to count down all the registers. If we get caught, it's both our asses, but you have worked hard to earn the trust of the owners. I'm just a dumb bartender. Even though I have a plan, I start to make a mild protest about being responsible. You tell me to shut up and live up the balls that you just felt between my legs. Fuck it. The chances of us getting caught are pretty slim. And of all the ways to lose a job, isn't this the American dream?I. "He nodded weakly and mumbled that he understood and I let go of his hair and went over to the toilet, took my whiz and left the room. I made sure that Barry didn't see that I was hurting as I walked out. You don't hit a man in the mouth with your bare hand and not have his teeth break your skin and you don't fight bare handed without hurting your knuckles and fingers. I stopped at the kitchen sink and washed the blood off my hands. I would have to wait until I got home to use peroxide to clean. My orgasm eventually slowed as my semen pooled somewhere inside of her. She had an apparent other worldly orgasm caused by mine. And, except for the fact that the damn bell was so fucking annoying, we’d both come and no one was yet the wiser — in the elevator, no less. When it was time for us to call it (as in ‘time of death’ in a hospital TV show), Simone reached into her bag, pulled out some perfume and sprayed enough on her neck to cover most of the man- and woman-made scents that until then.