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Burning again, cars overturned and scorched. The flat inside: Dez, Julie, Ricardi. Coming toward the trio in leather bootcut jumpsuit – Travis. Travis takes his miniature ‘ville slugger and whops Ricardi. Ricardi jets him. The white owl goes merry the quartet. Seville in the parkway. Julie: "Have a nice ride." A condo in Bristol Heights. Sticks and stones. Julie is wearing barely nothing. Dez: "hook 'em bucko." She lies down while Travis and Ricardi get strapped. The Onkyo blares Heavy Nova. One leg in, two. Three cocks go round in a seated ferris. Like a hunger. Julie dives. Three bangs in a face-hole. I'm twisted underneath. Standing back to the wall on my head, my shooter directed at my chin. Three licks – gone. I take a pinky to the powder. Ricardi bolts from the closet, a handful of rubber cement between his nostrils. The slugger latex'd.







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