All of a sudden he looks at me and asks, “Do you still want to suck my dick?”
I mean who asks a question like that, it’s like ‘have you stopped beating your wife’. “How about I write out in a letter that we mail to you in my own hand, that I came over here tonight to get a blowjob from you. Xxnx You loved it. Sincerely, Henry’, and handed the letter to me. I may not have my dignity or any self-control, so I guess I’m stuck with hanging on to what authenticity I can. “Come on, you drive us to the post office.”
I kept saying he was going to turn around on the way to the post office, but he didn’t. I’m not sure his mom does. He’s a sick bastard. It’ll be fun.” He smirked again and raised his eyebrows up and down.
