"Because You are lovable sweetie!" I stated, wondering why she could never understand that I could love her."What do you mean? All I am is an ugly fre...k!" She began to cry.Holding her to my shoulder, I recalled what my mom once said to me 2 years ago. Being a guy of 16, I couldn't understand why she felt this way, but, decided to parrot the once wise words that had saved my life."Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I see you as lovely. I don't know why you keep trying to see yourself as. “Fuck, that’s huge,” gritted Mel.“Are you okay?” I asked. I was more than okay. Mozquito’s assessment of Mel’s internal temperature was considerably higher than my fingers had detected, and together with the tight ring of muscle crushing my sensitive frenulum, I was uncomfortably close to premature ejaculation.“It feels like you’re shoving a baseball bat up there,” Mel replied.“Is it painful?”“No. The stretching of my bum hole is uncomfortable but it doesn’t hurt. Tell me it doesn’t get any. The man behind the desk wasn't as old as she'd expected. He was in his early fifties, perhaps, starting to go bald and not caring about it.Somehow, that made him all the more attractive to her. It accentuated his masculinity. The hard eyes told her this wasn't a man to fool around with. He had gotten to the top by clawing and fighting and yet there was something about him that attracted her greatly."I'm Velvet Larkin," she started. He cut her off."I know. The sexpot on the evening news. So?" So. One, he escaped instead of getting arrested. The search warrant for Junior and Mr. Thomas gave the police the authority to search the premises. Two, your boy got into the shipment and smoked a lot of your pot. The burnt pot smell gave Pittsenbargar the reasonable suspicion he needed to get a separate search warrant for drugs.”“Jesus Christ, I should have put a bullet in Junior’s head.”“Well, allowing him to hide in your drug warehouse wasn’t one of your better ideas. But it might even get.