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The roar o, I fled out the side door

Maybe Sam wasn’t the only one who could just walk ahen it was all too much

Chapter Two

Sam

Unh Gasp Uhn Gasp I shifted on the couch and turned over, shovingto block out the sun Trevor and Joe had a great place here on the Fenway, but I could do without the soundtrack Uhn Gasp

A door creaked open and I heard Trevor mumble, "Where the fuck is the extra lube?"

I rolled e ain? It didn’t help that I woke up withwood and the last time that I’d actually been with a wo Pa with Harry Longfellow Strangling Patrick Stewart And it ht there," I heard Darla groan

The bathroom door slammed and Trevor’s feet pounded on the floor as if he were running, and then, I heard the uns Did he just launch himself onto the bed? I crammed the pillow over my head In my dark little cave I could still hear the sounds of obvious hotness So, whileout of an a here on the couch with an aching dick and no end in sight

A wood didn’t grow froht, out of the blue Darla had coone I didn’t knohat that ht to knohat thatsound hit the wall and the bedsprings creaked in a steady pattern Jesus Christ, this was one macrobeat I did not need to hear Whenever Darla was over here they went at it like ferrets, or bunnies, or whatever rodent goes at it a lot At least twice a day, usually ? I had that kind of stairlfriend Aht?

"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" ca the blanket off of ainst the here it smacked with an utterly unsatisfactory sound, and sla was like pulling a tight slot machine lever, I had to use a hell of a lot of forearonna end up with splatter inrituals coe to see what I had to eat for breakfast My share of the food consisted of two eggs, and a half a quart of chocolatea dish wasout what to eat

"Get the one with the tickler," Darla said, the walls impossibly thin here I shuddered

A sauté pan caked on with soo was on top of the heap of dishes Joe and Trevor didn’t have a dishwasher--I supposed that, technically, I was the dishwasher, considering the fact that they weren’t chargingto do I pulled the plates, and cups, and pans out, stacked them neatly, put the everything soak before I tackled theave me the chance to set the nasty sauté pan filled with hot water and soap on the counter, give it fiveThe chocolate milk, thank God, wasn’t rancid, so at least I filleddown on my bed--that would be the couch--to wait for the water to do its job That gave me five minutes to obsess about Amy, not that I needed an excuse to think about her The events of four and a half years ago cah my mind, boom, boom, boom, like paintballs, multicolored and painful

Slap Slap Slap It sounded like soainst the wall Why did they have to do it right there? The wall that they were sexually bitch-slapping was the one right behind the kitchen sink

"No, you cliuy’s voice said, I couldn’t tell whether it was Joe or Trevor, and I didn’t want to know I grabbed my pillow and just curled it around the back of ainstbrown hair, her sweet saze when she was laser-focused on so toto do that You’re the one who blew it Four and a half years and I hadn’t spoken to her, nothing It was as if she didn’t exist All of that anger, and resentoit turns out, hadn’t really gone away

The anger had, the resentment, too It hat had happened when I went hoain It had absolutely nothing to do with her--that was the kicker It washer, she assu that was like asking o stick

Joe rounded the corner, naked, ass ht him out of the corner of my eye before I could quickly turn away and close"Jesus, Ross, do you have to parade that shit around?"

"Sorry" I could tell from his tone of voice that he wasn’t "We just need soerator door open He grabbed so, slammed it shut, and padded away And then, the uned "I’ll get a yeast infection if you put it there!" I heard Darla say

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