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eighteen, right? Oh, well… who cares? I told her my name was Van Dam anyways. She will never find me even if she tried to.
    I walked into the door of mine and Skip's apartment which was a decent size with an open floor plan. It had a nice size kitchen to the left of the front door with black granite counter tops that overlooked the tan leather furniture in the living room. We didn't have a whole lot of things as we wanted to keep it simple, much easier to clean. I could hear Skip making some chick’s night, the sounds of her enjoyment echoing down the walls of the hallway and into the kitchen. I smirked, reaching into the cupboard above the fridge for the whiskey bottle. I know, I don’t drink often. But tonight, I do.
    I plopped down onto the tan leather lounger chair and kicked my black Van’s off before setting my feet onto the matching ottoman staring at the black flat screen across the living room. What a fucking night. I looked down the hallway when I heard Skip’s bedroom door open.
    “Stay just like that, I’ll be right back with the whip cream and chocolate,” he said excitedly before shutting the door.
    “You nasty ass freak,” I shook my head and took a mean gulp of whiskey. I coughed as it burned going down. I never understood why people like the taste of this shit.
    “You’re drinking,” he commented as he walked past me in his boxer briefs with semi-wood towards the kitchen. I watched him fish out the whip cream, he checked the expiration date as dude is weird, then grabbed a hold of the chocolate syrup.
    “And?” I took another drink, this time it going down much smoother.
    “Alright, what happened?” he plopped down across the living room on the matching leather couch setting his freak nasty condiments to the side.
    “Am I a whore?” I frowned. Yeah, that was bothering me. “I mean, yeah, I sleep around but I have never paid for sex, nor would I ever do that. I don't have sex randomly all week long... only when we go out do I seek a piece of hanky-skanky.”
    “That blonde sex button called you a whore?” he laughed aloud. “Oh, my fucking God, dude!”
    “No,” I huffed. “Her dad,”
    “Oh, what!?” Skip fell back into the couch laughing hysterically.
    I threw the lid to the whiskey bottle at him, “You're such an asshole, come on,”
    He sat up, his hand on his stomach as he tried to stop laughing. “Holy shit! That is awesome!”
    “Just getting a drink of water, sorry to interrupt,” I hear a girls voice coming from down the hallway.
    Skip and I stared at the chick as she strutted through our living room in a see through, black lace bra and matching panties. I could tell through the front of her black lace that she was bald and had erect nipples the size of dimes. All thoughts of castrating Skip were now gone only to be replaced by my once throbbing blue balls.
    She headed into the kitchen without us saying one single word. She was around five-foot-five with a tiny waist and incredible curves. Her short brown hair in perfect curls. Bright vintage style tats draped her back and sleeved down her arms. Her face like that of a porcelain doll with perfect blushed cheeks, bright red lipstick, and eyeliner making her eyes like those of a cat. Skip liked the pin-up style woman. I have to admit that they are sexy as hell. Especially this one.
    “Goodnight,” she winked at me with a smile like a Van Doren.
    “Night,” I slightly waved and watched her plump ass sway the entire way down the hall until she disappeared into Skip’s room. I was torturing myself.
    “Damn, dude. Where did you find her at?” I swigged on the whiskey as my eyes stayed down the empty hallway. The sound of whip cream being sprayed in my lap caught my attention.
    “What the hell are you doing!?” my body went completely stiff.
    “We will just extinguish that,” he squirt my crotch once more. “There,” he plopped back down on the couch like he didn't just spray my tent with his sex cream.
    “She's