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Then
I
crawled
back
into
bed
.
I
turned
her
toward
me
and
started
playing
with
her
parts
.
I
am
always
very
horny
when
hungover
-
not
horny
to
eat
but
horny
to
blast
.
Fucking
was
the
best
cure
for
hangovers
.
It
got
all
the
parts
ticking
again
.
Her
breath
was
so
bad
that
I
didn
’
t
want
the
flower
mouth
.
I
mounted
.
She
gave
a
small
groan
.
For
me
,
it
was
very
good
.
I
don
’
t
think
I
gave
her
more
than
twenty
strokes
before
I
came
.
After
a
while
I
heard
her
get
up
and
walk
to
the
bathroom
.
Lillian
.
By
the
time
she
came
back
I
had
turned
my
back
to
her
and
was
nearly
asleep
.
After
15
minutes
she
got
out
of
bed
and
began
to
dress
.
"
What
’
s
wrong
?
"
I
asked
.
"
I
’
ve
got
to
get
out
of
here
.
I
’
ve
got
to
take
my
kids
to
school
.
"
Lillian
closed
the
door
and
ran
up
the
stairway
.
I
got
up
,
walked
to
the
bathroom
,
and
stared
for
a
while
at
my
face
in
the
mirror
.
At
ten
am
I
went
upstairs
for
breakfast
.
I
found
Pete
and
Selma
.
Selma
looked
great
.
How
did
one
get
a
Selma
?
The
dogs
of
this
world
never
ended
up
with
a
Selma
.
Dogs
ended
up
with
dogs
.
Selma
served
us
breakfast
.
She
was
beautiful
and
one
man
owned
her
,
a
college
professor
.
That
was
not
quite
right
,
somehow
.
Educated
hotshot
smoothies
.
Education
was
the
new
god
,
and
educated
men
the
new
plantation
masters
.
"
It
was
a
damned
good
breakfast
,
"
I
told
them
.
"
Thanks
much
.
"
"
How
was
Lilly
?
"
Pete
asked
.
