Christmas Carol part7
she barely had any tits and she was on the fat side of the spectrum,
but she had nice skin and long dark hair. and she seemed so …
“fresh…” like a innocent little kid next to all the whores that were
throwing themselves at me. I was dangerous and good looking, it makes
a lot of chicks, even the prudes, slime in their panties. I checked
around to make sure Carol wasn’t a fucking Wop or Pole or something,
with a bunch of older brothers and uncles with names like Guido or
Stosh and shit; psycho, yes. Stupid, no.
My bud Slam was throwing a major party the weekend before Christmas,
his mother was off somewhere, probably whoring around with the latest
coke-dealer she’d picked up. There was a bunch of high school kids
gonna be there, Slam’s brother Pez was a Junior, had friends who were
old enough to get kegs, it was cool. Slam and Pez threw the best
partys, there was always more booze and ‘candy’ than you could want,
…End of the part7. To be continued..