Out With The Old, In With The Bad
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"C'mon Mac.. do it for me..?" He asked me with a pleading look in his eyes. Oh his gorgeous blue eyes... "She's not going to Devin. She's a pussy." "Shut the fuck up Allison," he said glaring behind him. "Please Mac... it'll be easy.. I promise." The look on his face said, "Trust me." I stood up from my crouching position on the grass covered ground, on the opposite sideof the large bush I saw it, the small drug store that read, 'Al's Pharmacy'. I sighed, my breath shakey. "Fine. I'll do it," I said looking at Devin. He had that sexy smirk playing on his lips, "Well go on." I tugged at my pink puffy vest, took a deep breath, and headed across the rode. "Here goes nothing..." I mumbled.
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WARNING: This story will contain; Foul language, sexual content. There will be LGBT(lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender) characters. If you have a problem with any of this, feel free to exit, if you decide to read anyway, don't say a word about it. I don't want "Omg my eyes!", "Eww that's nasty", or anything else. If you find the sexual content gross, your too young. That is all.
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