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because Lucky did them right . There was no question that they could think of another man while they fucked and sucked, fighting to taste his perfect seed.
    He saved them.
    He gave them the real deal.
    And now they could go through their life fulfilled because they knew .
    And now, Lucky knew too.
    The past was in the fucking rearview mirror. Regret, guilt, all that crap was for squares who didn’t know shit. Since he’d hit the road all those years ago, the past had hardly ever raised its boring head to intrude on Lucky being Lucky. If there was such a thing as regret it was that he hadn’t hit the road sooner to taste what life was really about; pussy, money, and more pussy.
    He looked in the mirror, having to think hard. Was there a single day he hadn’t fucked at least one chick? And when he’d figured out how to put a real tribe together, it had usually been more than one chick at a time. They would swarm over each other, over him, and lose themselves completely, licking and sucking like they were out of their minds on Ecstasy. Girls were just that way with him when he fucked them. In fact they were like that as soon as they started talking to him. A lot of women asked him if they could suck his cock within the first few minutes of meeting him. That was just who he was. Wherever he went, guys called him Lucky before he’d even told them his nickname. Faggots had the same reaction to him as well. Some straight guys wanted to make an exception in his case, and no matter what, spoke to him like an old friend they trusted completely.
    Yeah, he had some advantages over regular Joe. He was strong , had been born that way. He wasn’t weak like other people. He was the real deal because he knew what life was about. That’s why the Big Tree had found him worthy. Other people were fucking weak, and the lowest form of weakness was stupidity. The height of strength was that he knew , he didn’t have to ask , he just knew and didn’t fucking doubt himself. He didn’t give a shit what people thought and was amazed to find out people cared what other people thought about them.
    He first saw this weakness in grade school but had never focused on it because he didn’t care what they were thinking. He was too busy doing his thing. Football, basketball, baseball, soccer. He was always the star player, there was just no two ways about it. He was constantly in motion, developing every team into a winning unit. He was the leader, period. That was just who he was. No one questioned it. Hell, he didn’t even know how to question it. It wasn’t until later that he really understood other people’s weakness.
    Other people, in their own minds, existed in relation to other people.
    He didn’t.

    At first he would listen to his father’s Sunday sermons with rapt admiration. The Rev was a fantastic storyteller. He wove the smallest details of life into a context parallel with the lives of the Biblical prophets. It was clever and entertaining, but gradually Lucky had found a desperate desire to help people who were more amusing in their crippled state. His dad had wanted to fix them, but Lucky just ignored them until they did something to get his attention. This was why the Big Tree had judged him worthy to wield its undefiled wisdom; he was born free to live life on his terms.
    Apart from sports, he loved hunting. Now, the way that he hunted was different from other people. When he’d nailed a deer on his first time, he’d been with his dad which meant he couldn’t explore how he’d really wanted to. Lucky had remembered walking up to the buck, a big hole in its ribcage gushing out blood. It had still tried to run, its legs kicking but without the strength to walk. Its eyes had rolled around madly, not understanding why it couldn’t run away. It wanted to but couldn’t.
    Lucky’s dad shot him a worried glance. “I’m sorry about this, Son, I wish you didn’t have to see this on your first time out.”
    Then his father had