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Bobby
got
out
some
more
beer
.
Jay
and
I
talked
about
something
.
Then
I
heard
Bobby
:
"
Don
’
t
blame
me
!
Hey
,
man
,
don
’
t
blame
me
!
"
I
looked
.
Tammie
had
her
head
in
Bobby
’
s
lap
and
she
had
her
hand
on
his
balls
and
then
she
moved
it
up
and
grabbed
his
cock
and
held
his
cock
,
and
all
the
time
her
eyes
looked
directly
at
me
.
I
took
a
hit
of
my
beer
,
put
it
down
,
got
up
and
walked
out
.
I
saw
Bobby
out
front
the
next
day
when
I
went
to
buy
a
newspaper
.
"
Louie
phoned
,
"
he
said
,
"
he
told
me
what
happened
to
him
.
"
"
Yeah
?
"
"
He
ran
outside
to
vomit
and
Tammie
grabbed
his
cock
while
he
was
vomiting
and
she
said
,
’
Come
on
upstairs
and
I
’
ll
suck
you
off
.
Then
we
’
ll
stick
your
dick
in
an
Easter
egg
.
’
He
told
her
’
No
’
and
she
said
,
’
What
’
s
the
matter
?
Aren
’
t
you
a
man
?
Can
’
t
you
hold
your
liquor
?
Come
upstairs
and
I
’
ll
suck
you
off
!
’
"
I
went
down
to
the
corner
and
bought
the
newspaper
.
I
came
back
and
checked
the
race
results
,
read
about
the
knifings
,
the
rapes
,
the
murders
.
There
was
a
knock
.
I
opened
the
door
.
It
was
Tammie
.
She
came
in
and
sat
down
.
"
Look
,
"
she
said
,
"
I
’
m
sorry
if
I
hurt
you
acting
like
I
did
,
but
that
’
s
all
I
’
m
sorry
for
.
The
rest
of
it
is
just
me
.
"
