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JT pedaled slowly up the up side of the Williamsburg bridge. Chain clinking round his neck, head bobbing to the beat... He was hot ladies, hot. Mm, mm, mm. Fine ass on that one. Hasidic hooyah. Break me off a piecea... Before he could so much as lick his lips in that sexy way he licked 'em, JT soared forwards over his handlebars and planted face into concrete. Blood on his hands. Fuck. This was bad. Mouth. The blood was coming from his mouth! Even worse. As his vision got blurry and his ears started to ring, he could only hope that one of those nice motherly types he'd heard so much about, would pick him up and carry him off, clutching him protectively to her bosom. A single tear rolled down his cheek. He'd never had a mother. JT struggled, one last valiant effort, to keep his eyes on the prize. But the ass girl was far gone, and even the Hasidic bitches were a faint blur in the distance. This was not what it should have been.

Date Written: March 15, 2004
Author: cuntry
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