" You are so crude, Johnson," John said, while Sam grimaced.Sam added, "Shit, no one believed the clown would recommend an Indian for the job, so that...s why I was given John's job. Now the important question is will Thomas Crowfoot buy my house?"John called our favorite Marshal and discussed the promotion of Thomas Crowfoot and the exit of Sam Nightfox. John recommended the Marshals take my recommendation as so far I was giving them the right kind of man. John told the Marshal that I would go. Andy cleared his throat. "Some of my friends and I want to go to the movies Friday night. Can I go?"Mom asked, "Are you looking for a ride too?" No, I think one of my friends can give me a ride," Andy explained."Who?" Mom asked."Um" Andy said. He gulped a little. "Heather Miller's mom."Mom looked startled. "This isn't just the guys?" No, it's not." Who is going?" Mom asked.Andy said, "Me, Eric, Heather, Jonathon, Derek, Lindsey, Allison and Kaitlyn." Hmmm, boys and girls. I guess it's OK, Andy.. We cleaned up and put new sheets on the bed and laid down and slept. When I woke up Becky and her Mom were gone. There was a note that said they had gone to the Doctor's and have him stitch up her asshole where I had split it. I looked down at the bed and there was a pool of blood on the sheets. I stripped the bed again and put them in cold water and went home. I was wondering why Mom or Tina had never shown hardly any signs of shit. Only that first time with Becky when I was mad. At that time. I crawl back into her vanilla pod infused bed, her tentative smile and involuntary nibbling of her lip projecting itself onto the cinemascope screen of my retina. Curling, kitten-like, I allow my weary eyelids to close as I command the memory of her hot, wet mouth suckling and slurping on my thick, stiff nipples to quiver delightfully across my alcohol damaged hippocampus.She comes to me; sneaks beneath the covers behind me, the mattress adjusting to our twin weights, the duvet sliding off my.
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