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sucking cock, and it sounds like she’s got quite the sexual appetite. Anyway, He’s making up for the five years of lost time he spent in the joint.”
    “I’m sure he is,” I said as I raised my hand to get the waitress’ attention.
    He turned his palms up, and widened his eyes slightly.
    “You know, every one of the fellas is fascinated by that girl’s big fucking titties. But me? I’m fascinated with the fact Toad wrapped her head in God damned Saran Wrap, fucked her until she was damned near dead, and then took her to the Dog’s house, dropped her off, and she ain’t fuckin’ left yet. Hell, until the Toad dropped her off, she’d never met Corn Dog.”
    As I noticed the waitress walking toward the table, I raised my hand to silence Biscuit.
    “I’ll take a couple of Michelob Ultras and bring him another can of Red Bull and a few iced double vodkas,” I said as the waitress approached the table.
    “Sounds good. You guys aren’t going to shoot the place up, are you?” she chuckled playfully.
    Biscuit grinned as he turned to face her, “We might after we get a few drinks in us.”
    Probably no more than twenty-one years old, and more than likely one of Avery’s old college friends, the waitress was cute, but young. Tall and thin with athletic legs, I wondered if she played volleyball with Avery and Sloan, but decided not to ask. Having a conversation with her wasn’t at the top of my current list of priorities.
    “God damn…” Biscuit said after studying her for a short moment, drawing the word damn out for five seconds or so.
    She shifted her gaze to meet his and grinned, “What?”
    “Your eyes. That’s the craziest blue I ever seen,” he said as he twisted his body to face her.
    “Contacts,” she shrugged.
    “Figures,” he said under his breath as he turned around.
    “Be back in a minute,” she grinned as she turned away.
    Biscuit took a drink of his vodka, chased it with a swallow of Red Bull, and immediately pressed his chest into the edge of the table as if preparing to tell me a secret.
    “Nothin’ against the Dog, but I wonder about that fuckin’ girl, Sloan. Damned thing can’t have a lick of proper upbringing in her. Personally, I wouldn’t fuck her with Pete’s cock, and he’s a nasty fucker. Corn Dog’s pounding that shit like each day’s his last, so I guess I’ll say good for him; and from what he was sayin’ she’s become mighty fine at sucking cock. Oh, shit, I almost forgot, I got a story to tell ya,” he said as he sat up and rubbed his hands together.
    If Biscuit ever decided he no longer wanted to be a Sinner, he could immediately seek employment as a stand-up comic. His ability to tell a story was only matched by his willingness, and he was always willing. The problem was trying to decide if what you were hearing was the truth or another one of his wild made up fables. Either way, hearing him talk was entertaining, and probably exactly what I needed.
    He pressed his forearms into the edge of the table and began to almost whisper, “So, speaking of suckin’ cock, there was this girl; she gave the best fuckin’ head ever. Damned thing was like a trained professional, and probably should have had a college course on how to properly suck a cock. She could take my meat all the way to the balls, stick out her God damned tongue, and curl it around my nut sack without missin’ a beat.”
    I grinned and nodded my head, waiting to hear more about this professor of oral pleasure.
    “So, this bitch had the most beautiful blue eyes. And, because she had no gag reflex, I could fuck this girl’s mouth just like I was fuckin’ a pussy. Anyway, when I’d pound her throat with my cock, I’d look down into her eyes, and after she bat those long lashes and revealed those damned eyes a few times, I’d just explode. She knew her eyes were my biggest weakness, and she was right,” he paused and rubbed his beard with his hand.
    “So one night, she’s down on her