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Bobby
didn
’
t
answer
.
He
turned
and
walked
into
the
bathroom
.
I
had
my
shoes
and
pants
off
.
I
liked
to
show
off
my
legs
when
I
drank
.
Valerie
reached
up
and
pulled
me
down
on
the
bed
.
Then
she
bent
over
my
cock
and
took
it
into
her
mouth
.
She
wasn
’
t
very
good
compared
to
most
.
She
began
the
old
head
-
bob
and
had
very
little
else
to
offer
beside
that
.
She
worked
a
long
time
and
I
felt
I
wasn
’
t
going
to
make
it
.
I
pulled
her
head
away
,
put
it
up
on
the
pillow
and
kissed
her
.
Then
I
mounted
.
I
had
made
about
8
or
10
strokes
when
I
heard
Bobby
behind
us
.
"
I
want
you
to
leave
,
man
.
"
"
Bobby
,
what
the
hell
’
s
wrong
?
"
"
I
want
you
to
go
back
to
your
place
.
"
I
pulled
out
,
got
up
,
walked
into
the
front
room
and
put
on
my
pants
and
shoes
.
"
Hey
,
Cool
Papa
,
"
I
said
to
Bobby
,
"
what
’
s
wrong
?
"
"
I
just
want
you
out
of
here
.
"
"
All
right
,
all
right
.
.
.
"
I
walked
back
to
my
place
It
seemed
a
very
long
time
since
I
had
put
Iris
Duarte
on
that
plane
.
She
must
be
back
in
Vancouver
by
now
.
Shit
.
Iris
Duarte
,
goodnight
.
