| Limited Free Speech |
Last Wednesday began like any other at my job. Our pre-shift meeting
started promptly at eleven. Before adjourning, Tony Chan, my manager,
introduced a new beer.
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| Just One
Condition |
We
were in bed together when she dropped the bomb on me. I was attempting
to initiate our first act of lovemaking. During previous bouts of
intimacy she had seemed willing, but when the moment of truth arrived
she became reluctant. Suddenly I understood why… I told Renee the
entire story, from my sexual contact with Christina to the test I had
taken earlier that day. I was aware of the likelihood that she would
ask me to leave and wash her hands of me the moment I did, but
regardless of the outcome I was going to give her the choice Christina
never gave me.
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| Persecution
and Prosecution |
2AM, Monday November 8, 1999. Highway 50 was barren. I headed east at a steady 60 miles per hour. I had just passed the intersection where 50 intersects Forsyth when I spotted a Florida Highway Patrol Officer traveling westbound. I watched the cruiser make a U-turn and activate its lights in my rearview mirror… I remained calm until I felt the cold constriction of handcuffs around my wrists…
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| Leave
The Virgins Alone |
I met Tricia in May. She was some
sensational mix of black, white and West Indian. I confessed that I
found her breathtaking, she confessed that the attraction was
mutual... The heavy petting continued for hours. Alas she offered me
the obligatory hand job. She started pumping my shaft like a hyper
frat-boy trying to drain a pint of beer from an empty keg... I made
the ten-minute drive home in five. I planned to drink a beer,
pleasure myself and collapse into a blissful slumber. Not even a
"Faces of Death" movie marathon could have prepared me for
the carnage I was about to witness...
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| Tampa
Trip |
"This calls for a
celebration!" It was a proclamation I would regret making... I
was not surprised when Steve announced his intention to take me
"somewhere." I suspected the plans he had in mind were not
the kind we would ever execute with girlfriends present... We
knocked on the door and waited. Two women of questionable moral
integrity answered. One was a fairly attractive Puerto Rican female,
the other was a female, Puerto Rican version of Jabba the Hut... To
compound the situation, the random, painful fireworks in my gut
assured me that I would be soon be urinating Tabasco chili out of my
anus... Exhausted and bordering on bankruptcy I exited the trailer
wanting nothing more than to call it a night. Not only was Steve
nowhere to be found, his car was nowhere to be found. |
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