tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195939422011-04-21T15:41:56.370-07:00by Jon LeonAnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19593942.post-1133791412206918112005-12-05T06:02:00.000-08:002005-12-05T06:03:32.206-08:00.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I look around gay-eyed at the quartered ponies. Sheila is like an amethyst treat. I go and grab her by the ankles. Visit me. Before I can moan I’ve got a palm on my triangle. Hector spills about a gram of phencyclidine on the vanity. Sheila pops and it’s too much for a paper, need a pipe. Ricky’s back, my skin’s burning. Four guys glued to my sofa. One two-knee’d, one go here one there. One with fingers in one ass while Rick penetrates “two-knees.” I never saw so much. Laco$te place third on my ipod. Sheila’s back we’re like Malibu fucking. Her face is turned cheek to wall and her eyes are seven shades whiter with the real thing. Janice and Faye gang up on Ricky. He can’t see with the corrugated metal blindfold. We bring in a couple of robes for the high-schoolers. The dog is screaming. I go outside and roll around in the snow my heart is beating track-style. Couture feast, fierce. Revell go about in a purply click with a Guadalupana vibe. She like one by one by bone. Someone honks from outside. We’re like thirty floors up and I think it’s Jix with another bag plus Peroni. It’s not, it’s Jeremiah with a fly rod and Revell. A single Chesterfield left in the pack.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19593942-113379141220691811?l=saqqarajonleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anoreply@blogger.com0