“Whew! XNXX He begins unwrapping the fork from the plastic sleeve. I sit down next to him. “Funny fucker, ain’t he?”- BLAKE ABEL FOSTER –
We make our way to the food court. What’s going on here? Gotta’ drain the main vein.”
He gets up from the table and heads over to the restrooms. Sorry. “I’m hoping he, ya’ know… Yeah! I wonder what kind of music Ben is into? My body refuses to move. Since he has an iPhone as well, I see the grey bubble pop up with the three dots as he begins typing his reply. After, what feels like an eternity, but realistically only about 10 seconds, his message bubble appears. Halfway in, his ass still hanging out, Chris looks at me and winks.
