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>Sneak
came home from a double shift at McDonalds exhausted. His black work
shirt soaked in sweat and smelling of french fry grease. He set his key
ring lanyard down on his coffee table and made his way to his room
intent on getting some well deserved sleep. But Bucshot had other plans
for Sneak this evening. Bucshot sat on the foot of Sneak's bed
underneath the two adjoining Fathead posters of Aaron Rodgers and Jeff
Gordon, biting his lower lip in anticipation of what was to happen when
Sneak opened his bedroom door. Bucshot was stripped down to his briefs,
his sinewy chest glistening in the moonlight shining in through Sneak's
bedroom window. "Any moment now," Bucshot thought to himself as he heard
his unsuspecting victim tread up the stairs completely oblivious to
this lithe jungle cat waiting to pounce. . . |
