Don’t fuck this up Tom. XXX I dropped them off, and when I was slapping Dave bye, I felt a small bag in his hand. I took off my hoodie, exposing my tee. “Fuck Tom. Greg gave it to me. I was crazy paranoid. Chill out bro.”
He hands me a cigarette. Holy fuck. I headed back, blasted some music, and pulled up in the circle after flicking the cig out five minutes before. We sat in my car, seats back, talking while enjoying our drinks. She climbed back on my lap, and lifted herself in the air, handling my cock. I drove home, dropped my shit in my room, and helped empty the groceries from the car. You cool to drive?”
“Yeah man, yeah.”
I drove there checking nervously behind me every ten seconds no cops were tailing, I don’t know why though.




















