"Hey Trash Can Guy!" she shouted waving me over. "Sorry I never asked your name." she added as I crossed over. "It's Nicholas Frost, most people call ...e Nick." I said lying...well not exactly, more like half truthing. Nicholas is my Middle Name, my first name is Calvin after President Coolidge (Don't ask me why). "Nick I wanna properly introduce you to some friends. You met Damon already." she said pointing to Deep V Douche who was now wearing a Fedora and vest to complete the Douchebag look.. ‘You may enter Little Owl.’ Running Elk spoke slowly, with a raspy voice. The oldest of the tribal elders, he also acted as their medicine man and shaman. He paused and looked at the young one who had just entered, feeling his agitation, his emotion, his spirit, Running Elk asked, ‘What troubles you silent one?’ ‘I saw the strange Oglala ride in with his tribe. He climbed down from his horse, looked at the long line of his tribe behind him and then he gave his rifle to the White Father.’ ‘I saw. God did it feel good - the onesensation which I had never had yet knew was there.It continued. His head slowly left my neck and I felt acloud of warmth pass over my chest. His breath was moist andfriendly. Just when I thought all pleasures were mine, mynipples grew erect at the onslaught of his tongue. He suckedand sucked and sucked and licked and licked and sucked somemore. My head went back and the pillow swallowed me on bothsides. It was then that I felt a finger sliding in. After a long eventful day, I was feeling tired and sleepy as I walked back in my room but have to be awake to have a chat with Pintoo. To keep myself away from sleep I switched on the com and started checking my mails I had got an important document. I clicked the open button but the document got downloaded directly in my documents folder…I opened the folder and went through the doc once done as I was about to switch back to internet when I found another folder in the same drive which was named.