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Note: Mixed Bag is a compilation of stories by Rachael Ross and
contains a Foreword and 65 chapters. It is being posted to ASSM
largely in sequence. See MB00 for a table of contents. All stories
copyrighted 2008 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. rache696@yahoo.com
visit my website at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm and see my
blog http://anarchyforbeginners.blogspot.com/ for additional
information. Thanks. -rr


Adults Only

Mixed Bag - Chapter Forty One



Priss

by rache


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Story Codes: M/F, Romance, MDom, Oral, Prost, WS, Cheat, Blackmail

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    "Tricia? Hey baby, where are you?" my fiancé Thomas was calling me
through the open screen door of my apartment.

    "In the kitchen," I called back, smiling to myself and we were
just a month away from our wedding.

    We'd only known each other a few months, but I knew Thomas loved
me a great deal and I loved him too. He was the first decent man I'd
ever met and I'd traveled all the way across the state looking for
him. We'd met and dated and it wasn't hard to figure out what he was
looking for. A good woman who shared his rather old fashioned sense of
morality. Seriously. When Thomas admitted on our first date that he
was a virgin and proud of it, his clear brown eyes were telling me
what he wanted to hear from me.

    "I'm a virgin too," I'd told him, blushing nervously and looking
down. "I want to save myself for the right man."

    "Really?" Thomas smiled and leaned forward as we were speaking
quietly, enjoying what privacy the expensive restaurant could give us.

    "On my wedding night," I nodded and looked up, pulling some blonde
hair from my bright green eyes. "I want to give myself to my husband.
Do you think that's silly of me?"

    That was all it had taken and we didn't kiss until our second
date, a gentle peck on my cheek after Thomas had walked me to my door.
On our third date I'd let him kiss me in the car and he was a very
good kisser, I had no complaints. We made out for a little bit on our
fourth date and Thomas felt my breasts through my modest dress,
enjoying how firm and ripe they are. My nipples hardened and burned
for more, but my bra stayed on, and by the end of the night we were
both hot and sweaty.

    After two months it had become more difficult for us to remain
chaste. Thomas had proposed and I'd accepted. He was stroking my thigh
while we made out on my small sofa and his fingers were going higher,
beneath the hem of my knee length skirt as it had ridden up. He was
reaching for my panties and I caught my breath, and then I caught his
hand, shaking my head no.

    "Thomas...I'm sorry, but I can't..." I whispered. "Please?"

    "I know," Thomas licked his lips and he wanted to have my
virginity on our wedding night more than anything else, but being a
man like he was, it could be difficult to find the patience. "I just
want to touch you so badly, Tricia."

    "I know," I kissed his lips softly. "I want it too, but we have to
wait."

    "I love you," he breathed and we kissed long and hard and his
hands were content to fondle my breasts. I'd let him open my blouse
and pull my bra down, but that was as far as we could go and he knew
it.

    "Oh, Thomas..." I sighed and rubbed myself against him. My tummy was
tight and fluttering with butterflies. My pussy was wet and my nipples
ready to pop.

    "Would you...Can I take it out?" Thomas asked me breathlessly after
fifteen hot minutes of making out.

    "What?" I blinked into his red face.

    "My, um...my cock," he said softly. "Can you touch it for me?"

    "I...guess so," I said slowly and the man must have been desperate
for an orgasm because his penis was already so stiff that it was
awkward just getting him free of his trousers.

    "It's so big!" I said with a light giggle, sounding like a girl
much younger than my twenty-one years.

    "Yeah," my fiancé agreed. "Touch it, Tricia. Just...rub it for me,
okay?"

    "Okay," I swallowed hard and wrapped my small hand around his hard
cock.

    It was like five inches long maybe and a little bit thicker than a
grown man's thumb maybe. The tip was wet with precum and I held him in
my fist, both of us watching while I jerked him off slowly.

    "Like this?" I asked in a husky whisper. "Am I doing it okay?"

    "Yeah..." Thomas sighed. "That feels good, um...not too hard,
alright?"

    "Sorry," I giggled nervously and loosened my grip, wrinkling my
nose at the clear stuff coming out from the tip. "Are you cumming?"

    "No," Thomas chuckled and his eyes were adoring as they looked
into mine. "Not yet, but...soon."

    "Okay," I licked my lips and I know my cheeks were a little pink
with embarrassment.

    "Tricia? Could you...um, would you put it in your mouth for me?"
Thomas asked me hesitantly and I stared at him, seeing his face
flushed with excitement.

    "You want me to suck it?" I widened my eyes as he nodded. "No! Uh-
uh..." I let him go and wiped my wet, sticky hand on his pants. "I'm not
that kind of girl, Thomas!"

    "But, Tricia..."

    "Do you want to marry me?" I asked him, pulling my blouse closed
as I sat back, covering my breasts as if he were a stranger. "Or do
you want to marry a slut, Thomas? One of those...those whores who walk
the streets at night?"

    "Tricia, I'm sorry," Thomas said quickly, putting his softening
penis away and now he was very red. "I don't know what I was thinking.
I love you. I want to marry you more than anything. I'm sorry."

    "I think you'd better go," I said sadly. "I have a little headache
now. I...I want to go to bed, I think."

    "Tricia..." Thomas was frowning and he nodded and we didn't kiss
goodnight.

    We made up two days later, after he'd sent me a dozen roses and
called me four times. The fifth time I answered and agreed to dinner
with him. He was very much a gentleman and we made out in the car, but
he didn't ask me to touch his cock again. He knew I wasn't a slut now.
I was a virgin and determined to stay that way until our wedding
night. I dropped little hints from time to time that maybe after we
were married and on our honeymoon, I might try to put his cock in my
mouth. Just a little though, not too much probably, but a wife should
be willing to try and please her husband. That seemed to make Thomas
happy and now we were just a month away from the big day.

    "Here she is!" Thomas was smiling, coming into my apartment and
speaking to someone else.

    "Oh!" I blinked as another man followed my fiancé into the kitchen
and he was the same age as Thomas, about twenty-four or a little
older. He was tall and athletic beneath his casual dress, a button
down shirt, loose at the collar, and a pair of khaki trousers. He
looked nice enough with his short black hair and hazel eyes, and the
man smiled broadly when he saw me.

    "Perry, this is my fiancée, Patricia Evens," Thomas said proudly
and he was beaming at me. "This is my oldest, best friend, Perry
Devlin."

    "I'm his only best friend," Perry corrected Thomas and reached out
for my hand. "Wow! You're a beautiful woman, Patricia."

    "Uh, thank you. Just call me Tricia, okay?" I cleared my throat as
he held my hand for a long moment.

    "Tricia, yeah...That's even better," he agreed and Perry's eyes were
bright and his smile seemed to suggest something more than mere
friendship, but I wasn't sure what.

    "Perry's going to be the best man at our wedding," Thomas said.
"So, he decided to come up for a quick visit and meet you."

    "That's great," I said, taking my hand back. "Um...Oh! Do you guys
want something to drink? I have some lemonade or..."

    "Any beer?" Perry asked me in a somewhat teasing voice and Thomas
glanced at me before looking at his friend.

    "Ah, I don't think Tricia's much for beer," Thomas laughed. "She's
a little old fashioned. Lemonade would be great."

    "Old fashioned?" Perry grinned at Thomas and then looked at me,
like looked me up and down and I felt a little naked. "Nothing old
fashioned there, man. Where are you from, Tricia?"

    I blushed and wished I was wearing something a little less
revealing than a pair of white denim shorts and a pink halter top, but
I hadn't expected visitors and it was a warm day. I had the Tuesday
afternoon off and I'd been enjoying it. Perry was getting an eyeful of
skin though and I very much wanted to change into something more
appropriate, but Thomas seemed to be enjoying his friend's reaction to
seeing me.

    I'm five foot nine and all of it comes from my legs, which I'm
rather proud of. They're well toned and smooth, and just then nicely
bronzed after a long hot summer. My flat tummy was on display and of
course my breasts, which are pert 36B's and while not overly large,
they're more than a handful anyway. They were nicely upturned. Kind of
perky, actually, especially since I wasn't wearing a bra. I frowned as
I realized I was showing a bit of dark nipple through the pink cotton.

    If Thomas noticed anything untoward about my appearance, he didn't
mention it. Perry didn't have to; he was telling me everything I
needed to know with his eyes as they drank me in. I wasn't sure I
liked him very much and I wondered how it happened that he and my
fiancé were best friends. Perry didn't strike me as a man who wanted
to have anything to do with virgins, except deflower them, of course.

    "Here we go," I brought the men a pitcher of lemonade and some
glasses, putting the tray on my small coffee table. "I'm going to
change real quick. I've been cleaning my house all day, so..."

    "What? No! Come on, sit down," Perry insisted, actually taking me
by the hand and pulling me onto the sofa next to him. "You look
gorgeous, Tricia. You're one lucky SOB, Tommy. How'd you ever hook up
with a babe like this?"

    "Babe?" I cleared my throat but Thomas didn't even notice.

    "Clean living buddy!" Thomas laughed and he was tickled pink that
his friend was so obviously impressed with me.

    "No wonder I can't find a decent woman," Perry sighed and gave me
another smile. "I bet a man would give just about anything to spend an
hour or two with you, huh?"

    "What?" I blinked at him and then looked at Thomas, expecting some
sort of manly reaction to his friend's comment.

    "I'm just saying, you're going to make a beautiful bride, Tricia,"
Perry said. "And you better keep a close eye on her, Tommy. I'd like
to steal her away myself."

    "Oh, I will," Thomas nodded and he reached over to punch his
friend playfully in the shoulder. "I know how lucky I am, believe me.
A girl like Tricia only comes around once in a lifetime."

    We spent over half an hour talking and Perry was okay, except for
the occasional off-color remark and thinly veiled sexual innuendo. I
guess that's how he was though and Thomas didn't seem surprised or
bothered by it, but he was obviously concerned about me. Perry was my
fiancé's best friend and he wanted us to like each other. That
shouldn't be too hard anyway, I thought. Perry lived across the state,
back in the city where I'd so recently moved from, and thankfully that
subject never really came up and when it did, I was able to change it
quickly enough.

    Thomas knew I didn't like to talk about my past and the orphanage
where I'd grown up, and he was helping steer the talk to other things,
like the upcoming wedding, or the silly things he and Perry had done
together as boys growing up. It was fun, I had to admit, and I enjoyed
seeing Thomas relax. The wedding was weighing on him heavily and I
knew his family wasn't sure of what to think about our short
engagement. I suspected that he took a hard time from his parents for
it, but aside from the prenuptial agreement they'd wanted me to sign,
neither he nor they ever said anything directly to me.

    "It was nice meeting you, Tricia," Perry was shaking my hand,
holding it with a gentle, but firm grip as his thumb rubbed the back
of my hand slowly.

    "Sure you can't stay overnight?" Thomas asked him. "It's getting
dark, my parents would love to see you again."

    "That's why they make headlights," I giggled, being blonde like I
am, but I really did want to say goodbye to the man. A little bit of
Perry went a long ways.

    "Hmmm? No, I need to get back," Perry smiled at my joke. "It's a
long drive and I have to be in the office early. I'll see you guys in
a few weeks, huh?"

    "Twenty-six days," I agreed as Perry let go of my hand.

    "Well, just don't go changing your mind," Perry slapped Thomas on
the back. "I already bought your gift and I can't take it back."

    "Right!" Thomas grinned and they hugged each other in manly
fashion. "I hope it isn't his and her roller blades again."

    "What?" Perry frowned. "Mike and Tammy love those roller blades!"

    "You didn't!" I laughed, having no idea who they were talking
about, but roller blades?

    "Oh, yes he did," Thomas laughed and Perry shrugged.

    "Thanks for the lemonade, Tricia. It was sweet," Perry grinned.
"See ya later!"

    He left us and of course Thomas wanted to know what I thought of
his friend. We chatted while I cleaned up the living room and Thomas
was looking at his watch.

    "What?" I wondered.

    "Oh, it's my parents," he shrugged. "They want me to have dinner
with them tonight."

    "They want us to come over tonight?" I looked down at myself as it
was already getting late and...

    "Uh, just me, I think," Thomas gave me an apologetic smile. "One
more little talk around the dinner table."

    "Oh," I shrugged. "Well, don't let them talk you out of it." I
held up my left hand and my engagement ring glittered. It was a
generous diamond by anyone's standards. "I won't give this back," I
teased him.

    "I don't want it back," Thomas took me in his arms and kissed my
lips softly. "I just want you."

    "Okay," I giggled. "You better mean that!"

    "I do!" he nodded. "But I have to get going. Tomorrow night we can
go out, okay?"

    "Okay," I agreed. "Say hi to your parents for me."

    "They'll be fine," Thomas reassured me. "I love you."

    "Love you too," I closed the door behind him and went to the
kitchen.

    I was just tossing a little salad for myself, dancing to some Moby
and pretty much being alone when the doorbell rang. I frowned at that.
It was half an hour after Thomas had left and he never rang the bell
anyway. I had a few friends, some of the women I worked with at the
office, but they were all married or had boyfriends and wouldn't show
up at my door after sundown. Probably the neighbor, I thought. She was
an older woman, slightly deaf and always borrowing something.

    "Perry?" I blinked at him and the man was smiling at me.

    "Hey, Tricia," he nodded. "Can I come in?"

    "No! Um...I mean, Thomas isn't here. He's at his parents and..." I was
momentarily flustered.

    "I know," he chuckled and stepped inside rudely, almost pushing me
out of the way so that I had to take a step back as I wondered what
was going on.

    "What are you doing here?" I asked, closing the door slowly and
leaning against it.

    "You really don't remember me, do you?" Perry asked and I shook my
head. "I thought I gave it away too," he clucked his tongue. "Damn, it
sucks being forgettable like that."

    "What?" I had no idea what he was talking about as a vague unease
crept over me.

    "But I guess I could see how it might be hard to remember one face
out of...How many, Tricia?"

    "I don't..." I swallowed hard and reached for the doorknob. "I think
you'd better leave, Perry."

    "Or maybe you weren't looking at their faces," he shook his head
with a chuckle. "Would it help jog your memory if I pulled out my
cock?"

    "What?" I forgot how to breathe and my heart was pounding in my
chest.

    "Don't worry, I remember you just fine," Perry nodded. "The best
two hundred dollars I ever spent."

    "Perry..." I whispered.

    "You weren't Tricia though," he said. "You said your name was
Priss, remember? Because it rhymed with piss, that's what you said.
You said that so sexy too. Say it again for me."

    "Please..." I licked my lips.

    "Say it!" he said so forcefully I flinched, taking a step
backward.

    "I...I'm Priss..." I swallowed hard, "...like p-piss..."

    "Because..." Perry sang softly, inviting me with a smile.

    "...b-because I like it," I finished, turning my face away from him
as a flood of memories and emotions filled me. I hadn't said those
words in six months and I'd never expected to say them ever again.

    "Fuck," Perry grinned at me. "You don't know how hot that makes
me, hearing you say that."

    "I'm not like that anymore, okay?" I cleared my throat and tried
to sound strong. "I'm Tricia now and I'm getting married."

    "I know," Perry agreed pleasantly. "That's good. I'm glad. Thomas
is a great guy. A little anal if you ask me, kinda repressed, but I
love him like a brother. He deserves a piss whore like you, probably
loosen him up some."

    "Then why are you doing this?" I asked him.

    "You wanna know why? First, because you are without a doubt the
hottest bitch I've ever fucked," he laughed and grabbed a fistful of
my hair, pushing me down over my painful protests until I was kneeling
on the carpet in front of him.

    "Ahhh..." I winced, feeling my eyes leaking tears of pain and futile
outrage. No man had ever treated me this way, even when I really had
been a whore.

    "And second," Perry said, pulling my hair so that I had to look up
at him, "because I can, Priss. I can do whatever I want now, can't I?"

    "P-Please...Ouch!...You're hurting me..."

    "Take out my cock, Tricia," Perry told me. "That's it, baby. It's
time for a little college reunion. Do you remember me now?"

    I opened Perry's trousers with trembling fingers and pulled out
his thick penis. I had no choice and we both knew it. Whatever life I
might have in the future was up to him. If Perry was unhappy, there
was little doubt I'd be unhappy as well and I removed his cock gently,
wishing I had a way out. It wasn't hard yet, but still large and heavy
in my hands and I could feel it growing firm as I handled it. The soft
skin was becoming tight over the muscle beneath as the man's arousal
made itself known. He was circumcised and the smooth glans was pink
and dry for the moment, and I stared at it unhappily.

    Now that Perry had explained who he was and where he knew me from,
I might have remembered him, but probably not. I'd been an escort my
sophomore and junior years in college and the only reason I'd quit was
because I'd gotten caught. Not by the police, but by the school
itself. There were a dozen of us, student-whores working the campus
and business was good. Very good. Once we'd got busted though, the
party was over and the university was understandably eager to avoid
any publicity. Not all of our clients were students and most of the
professors were both married and influential. So they cut us a deal,
all we had to do was drop out and disappear and everything would be
forgotten...almost.

    "My cock remembers you, Priss!" Perry said as I held his cock in
both of my small hands, watching as it seemed to grow before my jade
green eyes. It was a nice one and I was stroking him slowly, working
the man's prick to full erection with little real effort on my part.
Perry had a serious thing for me, I realized, but I'd long been used
to that from men. I could usually turn that to my advantage, but not
this time.

    "Don't call me that," I frowned.

    "Shhh...I'll call you whatever I want," Perry told me and his hands
were in my hair, pulling my mouth to his cock. "Whenever I want too.
You might get married to Thomas, but you'll always be a whore, Priss."

    "No...Mmmmph!" My protest was cut off as my mouth was filled with
the smooth head of Perry's large cock. he pulled me down hard too,
until his cockhead hit the back of my mouth and I choked on it. My
lips were stretched tight around the shaft and my eyes were turned up,
pleading with him to be gentle.

    Perry was much bigger than poor Thomas and I'd had a hard time
keeping a straight face during many of our dates. Especially when I'd
seen my fiancé's small erection and how proud he was of it. But I
loved the man, or at least I liked him a lot. I respected Thomas and
of course it didn't hurt that his family was rich, but that wasn't the
reason I'd accepted his proposal. I was going to be a good wife and
faithful, and he'd never know that I'd been a whore. Thomas was my
chance at a new life, a good life with a man who loved me, but now...

    "Yeah! Suck my cock, whore." Perry let me go and just watched as I
moved my taut lips up and down the shaft. I held what I couldn't get
easily into my mouth, gripping the base of his cock in my fist and
giving him a smoke and choke blowjob.

    I washed his cockhead with my tongue, doing everything I could to
bring the man off so he'd leave me in peace. I was hot with
humiliation, my body flushed with outrage and anger at what I was
being forced to do. I didn't want to cheat on Thomas. I didn't want to
suck this man's cock like the whore I'd once been. But what choice did
I have? Thomas' family was looking for an excuse to break us up, or at
least postpone the wedding. They had money, a lot of it, and they
wanted to know who their son was marrying. Given enough time and
effort, they'd find out. If I didn't make Perry happy, they'd find out
real quick.

    All I wanted was a fresh start with a decent man. They could keep
their money. All I wanted was Thomas and a real life. I'd needed money
in college and I hadn't loved or hated any of the men I'd fucked. I
hadn't even cared about the sex so much, although I'd often enjoyed it
quite a lot. I'd just needed to pay my tuition and all the expenses a
girl has trying to get an education. I'd screwed up and paid the
price. Didn't I deserve a second chance? Why did he have to be Perry?
Why couldn't the guy be someone else, someone who'd never seen me
before in his life? Why an old customer? It wasn't fair.

    "Don't cry, Priss." Perry stroked my wet cheeks as I bobbed up and
down on his turgid cock. "This is fun, right? Come on, do that deep
throat thing again. That was pretty fucking amazing. I'll never forget
that. Do it again for me."

    I'd gotten his cock good and slippery and although I was a little
out of practice, throating a cock is a lot like riding a bicycle. I
opened up for him and took every inch inside my mouth and into my
throat. He was big, no doubt, and it was uncomfortable at first, but
hardly painful. I held him there, keeping my eyes up and watching
Perry's face while my soft muscles contracted around him. It was a
good trick and one I'd learned well, fucking his cock with my throat
like that.

    "Oh Jesus! That's what I remember!" Perry gasped and he was
grinning at me, stroking my hair out of my face as I pulled off him to
catch my breath.

    He made me suck him for another five minutes before he was ready
to cum. My jaw ached and my tongue and lips felt bruised and swollen.
It had been almost six months since I'd sucked a cock and much to my
chagrin I found myself enjoying it. My nipples were hard and itching,
my pussy undeniably moist. Yeah, I liked sex as much as anyone else
and Perry's cock was pretty great for sucking, seven inches easily and
reasonably thick. I felt nothing but anger for the man himself,
however, that and a deep humiliation for what I was being forced to
do.

    "On your face!" Perry was saying. "Jerk me off on your face,
Priss! Hurry up! Fuck! I'm gonna cum!"

    "P-Please..." I burned with the degradation of what Perry demanded,
but I did it all the same.

    I stroked his cock with both hands, masturbating his long, hard
prick for all of thirty seconds before it exploded with rapid jets of
hot semen. Perry's cum was thick and there was a lot of it, as if he'd
been saving himself just for me. It sprayed over my cheeks and nose,
into my hair and across my open mouth as I panted for air. He'd
quickly replaced my hands with his and the man took perverse delight
in painting my pretty face with his sperm. When he was finished
cumming I knelt there with tears filling my eyes while he used his
cock like a paintbrush, rubbing it over my skin.

    "There! Now you're ready to get married, Priss," Perry decided,
pushing his semi-hard cock against my lips and then into my mouth once
more. "Clean it off, whore."

    I did as Perry commanded, washing the remains of his orgasm from
his prick with my tongue and swallowing it. He was rich and salty and
I might have enjoyed the flavor, even the creamy texture, if he'd been
someone else. If we were doing this under different circumstances. I'd
always enjoyed swallowing semen, unlike a lot of other girls, and it
had made me popular with my customers because I never had to fake it.
God! I'd been so stupid and I wept with self-pity as much as angry
frustration and humiliation.

    "Yeah, okay Priss..." Perry held my head in his hands tightly and
his cock hadn't gown hard. "Time to earn your money, baby."

    "Ullmph!" A sudden flood of hot urine filled my mouth to
overflowing and I was too shocked to do anything but choke on it at
first. The warm fluid spilled out of my full mouth, down my neck and
body while I knelt there.

    "Better swallow, whore!" Perry warned me. "I'll drown your slutty
ass if you don't."

    I swallowed hard and fast, tasting his slightly bitter and salty
piss like an old memory. I'd called myself Priss for a reason, as
Perry well knew, and I swallowed his urine easily once I was over the
surprise of it. I liked the taste and more than that, I enjoyed the
knowledge of what I was doing. Drinking a man's hot piss was the
ultimate thrill for me and I found myself rubbing the crotch of my
shorts without realizing that I'd been doing it.

    "Like that, huh?" Perry laughed and pulled his still pissing cock
from my mouth.

    He deliberately aimed at my tits, turning my pink halter
transparent enough so that he could see my swollen brown nipples
plainly, and then he went lower. Perry directed the golden stream over
my quivering tummy and finally the man was pissing on my fingers and
the taut crotch of my white shorts. I pushed my hand inside the
waistband, not caring that it was exactly what he wanted to see. I
found my hard clit and rubbed it frantically, moaning as I felt my
orgasm approaching. I was going to cum while Perry pissed on me and I
was in a rush to get there before he was done.

    "You haven't changed at all," Perry said, grunting with the effort
to expel the last few spurts of urine onto my body. "Once a piss whore
always a piss whore."

    "Ohhh!" I jerked and then gasped loudly as I finally found the cum
I needed. I was laying in a puddle of piss, more than my cheap carpet
could soak up, fingering my cunt. The rush of pleasure burst deep in
my tummy and while it felt good and my mind was flooded with all the
ripe chemicals to make me happy, it was tempered by the why and how of
it. I resented my orgasm as much as I enjoyed it.

    "Here," Perry had put his cock away and now he was opening his
wallet. "Don't want to forget this part. What's half an hour worth?
Fifty was it?"

    He dropped a fifty dollar bill on me as I lay there, panting for
air and staring up at him.

    "See?" Perry smiled. "I'm not the bad guy, Priss. I'm just a loyal
customer. Unfortunately, I do have to work in the morning."

    "Get out," I breathed, feeling more ashamed than ever after my
little cum was finished. I hated myself for being so weak.

    "I'll be back up Friday night to spend the weekend," Perry told
me. "I'm gonna want a couple hours, I think. Friday night and Saturday
night for sure. Make sure you pencil me in, huh?"

    "Fuck you," I whispered, turning my head away from him.

    "Yeah," Perry nodded as he reached for the door. "You will, Priss.
You will."





To be continued

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