Primal Scream (Box Set #1, Taboo Sex + AFF) Read Free Page A

knows except the walls of that clubhouse we went to over the weekend.
    It was one of those chalets we were in. 4pm her door was open I was walking by she had three or four shirts laid out on the bed. Her girlish body, just on the brink of teenagedom. She was more concerned with picking out the best one than having privacy the sun’s rays were shining in, her hair was falling over her chest she’s so pretty, and she has only gotten prettier since. I went into the shower where I was heading to and masturbated myself to climax.
    Julie Julie Julie, my starlight, where areeeeeeeeee you . I saw her just now and she was talking to a skanky-looking chick that looked drunk enough. I mean I was looking out for Julie, making steadily sure she was getting slowly more and more drunk, then bringing her to a new bunch of people so she’d get mixed up with who she was talking to, and the old bunch of people we were talking to would forget about us and then everyone would forget about us and she would be alone with me.
    I am chatting with Kingston about his actress-cousin “Aiko Bailey” I ask “is she related to whoever owns Bailey’s Irish Cream”, and when Kingston turns round and yells “WATCH THE FRIGGIN’ VASE!!” at a couple of people on top of the piano I head for the drawer where sure enough there’s a wad of cash, and I take two hundred dollar bills, never know when you’re gonna need some extra dosh. When I turn around, I don’t know where Julie is and 30 people seem to have come in through the front door so where on earth is someone when you really wanna find them?
    I was going to get her drunk, check. I was going to get her so drunk she wouldn’t know who she was with and I’d be able to come in and rescue her like the chivalrous older brother I was and am but maybe I wouldn’t even need to do that all I’d need to do was steal her away to some place — all is going good, but maybe it’ll have to be outdoors, Kingston’s house is too full already dammit the huge shower with its glass doors would be perfect but of course that place is already locked, I’d pay the bozos inside if I had cash to spare so that I could loan the restroom for a half hour or so then I realize that I DO have the cash but am missing the partner that I can’t find but really anywhere would do ANYWHERE I already have the condoms in my wallet just in case I if I still have my wallet with me in the first place, do I, do I — I do, alright, alright.
    And then YES there she is on the couch, Julie oh my fallen angel in the arms of this lecherous looking I think lecherous is the right word dude who I think is the quarterback of the university football team. I remember seeing his face a few times in the local papers. Her shirt is lifted and I see those beautiful awesome rose-pink jewels her firm supple torso’s mesmerizing focal points, her denim bra it’s on the guy’s shoulder and she’s stroking his dick which must be in Heaven now through his jeans.
    Thanks mofo! Ed can now save the day! I’m gonna rescue her from this lowlife asshole and tell her all about it tomorrow.
    I give him a shove and say: “Hey, that's my sister. Get off her.”
      Quarterback doesn’t seem to buy the concerned brother act, why’d he need to be threatened by me at all as well compared to him I must admit that he is the more physically opposing. Trouble, trouble. Cold shiver runs down my spine but I finish what I start.
    Quarterback suitably sizes me up and knows snapping my neck wouldn’t be difficult.
    “ You’re so funny I’ll kick your ass,” he slurs, his hands on Julie’s buttcheeks.
    “ She’s underage.”
    “ She doesn’t look it. And she doesn’t act like it.”
    “ Well she is, and I can report you. I’ll take a picture on my cell too.”
    I hold it up. I’m not too sure about the law, and my cell has zero camera phone capabilities. But it works.
    Quarterback shoots me this look and I see the empty bottles of Heineken on the floor