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Yeah. Everybody laughed. Then they all looked at me. I wasn't laughing. Debbie's humor can have an edge. I asked her about chicks that 'bleed out' all over the bed and why they can't remember when they start their period. She punched me. I punched her back. Everybody jumped on me like[i
] I[/i] was the asshole.
I was forced to take a seat as Debbie got up off the floor. She grabbed somebody's vodka rocks and chugged most of it down. The blood fm her lip swirled in the glass. Then she straddled me,
hard. Leaned forward and bit my lip. I snapped my head back, tasting blood, hers and mine, "Bitch! Plan on eating my face?" Debbie laughed with her head back, "Oh lover,
somethings gonna get eaten. That's for sure."
"Have one of these punk Varas do it, bitch!"
"Come on, paladin. Be my pony."
"Fuck you, Debbie." I spat.
"Come
on, paladin. Debbie needs to ride. Be Debbie's pony." Our eyes locked, "Such a wild pony, paladin." She kissed me, I tasted blood, again. Hers. Mine.
Ours. I breathed hard. She looked up suddenly, "What are you all looking at? This ain't no peep show. Get the fuck out. Allayouse. Now, bitches!" And then.... alone. Our eyes were locked, her lips were parted and her tongue, pink and small, flicked to her lip, where it was popped and still seeping blood. "You really are in my blood. paladin. I can taste you."