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Are. Not. Breaking. Your. Word.”I hissed each word as I forced myself to stand beneath the spray. “Nope!”I forced myself to stand beneath the spray until my body rebelled. I flung myself through the curtain, crashing into the counter. I shivered and shook. I seized terry cloth towels, monogrammed with the Red Lion's logo, and wiped at my body, banishing the cold. I sucked in breaths, my blood racing as feeling returned to numb extremities.I did it. I resisted temptation. I wouldn't betray my friend.I stumbled out of the bathroom, finally feeling the weight of the last two days of fucking. I was exhausted. I had a hotel bed. I would crash for twelve hours. When I awoke, Kurt and Rosemary would be off on their honeymoon.And I would return to my hitchhiking far, far away from Seattle.I took the first step to my bed when I saw the white card with the crimson lion. It flashed for a moment, catching the lamplight at just the right angle to pulse with a beckoning radiance. My futa-cock. People were looking at me and pointing, I think they weren’t sure it was me.Then I saw him I saw Carl he walked in as handsome as ever in that uniform, filled out to a hunk of a man, well toned and still dressing the same side but much more obvious, I went wet at the sight of him it was instant. I did notice that he had Ericka on his arm though; they were clearly now a couple, this sickened me, but at the same time since leaving school and experimenting with girls I could see her charm.The night carried on I had a few more Jacks, was hit on by guys that used to ignore me or tease me at school, but I just could not stop watching Carl and Ericka laughing, dancing and touching. They were kissing each other deeply before they broke apart and Carl led her off the floor, I decided to follow. They went into the old school locker room and I peered around the corner.There they were in a tight embrace, her hands all over his chest, his lifting her skirt and grabbing her tight little arse..
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