The Legacy of a Starman
Chapter 10
Despite the steady rain, we enjoyed our morning at the Neues Museum and the afternoon at the DDR Museum. We had considered others, but some of them were closed on Monday. The concierge at our hotel had tickets for us, so we wouldn't have to stand in line at either place. However, it wasn't the height of the tourist season, so there were no lines, anyway.
Ford is such a sex addict that he begged me to fuck him after lunch in the men's room of the DDR Museum. That particular museum was one which showed all the clever listening devices they used against the East Germans. I thought it was funny that I was pounding his ass in such a place. Ford was more interested in my dick and load than he was in the irony of the situation.
Back at the hotel, he called the clothing company to see if we were still on for Tuesday, despite the weather. He was assured that we would be working tomorrow inside the Neues Museum we'd just been to this morning. The company was introducing a line of vintage clothing that they knew would be hot sellers. "Tomorrow is costume day," Ford related to me. "An Italian company tried that last year and it was a flop. I don't give this company any more hope than the Italian's encountered."
"What kind of vintage clothing were they trying to sell?" I asked.
"It isn't the vintage clothes of the 20s or 50s like you'd think," Ford replied. "They were looking more at the late medieval period and the time of the French Republic and the German, Russian, and English empires. I suppose if you were going to a costume ball, they would be perfect, but for every day or even occasional wear, I don't see the point. But, it isn't our place to critique. We just need to look great in them."
I shrugged and asked what time we were supposed to be ready for our first session with the photographer. Ford said that it would start about ten, but we were to be there at 9:30 for fittings. "But, that does give us time to hit one of the sex clubs, if you'd like. However, you may want to stay here and catch up on your sleep," he cautioned.
"We'll be here for the rest of the week at least," I replied, "and I'm still feeling jet lagged."
We had an early dinner and spent most of the evening breeding each other. He got five loads from me and I took two nice loads from his long dick. We slept well afterwards.
Our driver took us to the Neues Museum again. A guard at the door showed us to the part of the museum where we'd have our first session. The photographer introduced himself and an assistant took us back to an enclosed area to put on our first "costume", as Ford called it. His description was accurate.
As we took off our clothes, a third man joined us. I was struck stupid by how handsome he was. The man was the quintessential, hot daddy. He was probably about 40 years old, maybe an inch or two shorter than me, with broad shoulders, a thick, hairy chest, and a beautiful smile. Ford introduced us. The demi-god was named Armand. He had classic good looks that could have come from Italian or southern French heritage. I tried to be as cordial and friendly as I could, but I'm sure he thought I was the dumbest thing on the planet. I couldn't stop staring at him.
"Wanna fuck with him?" Ford whispered when Armand's back was turned for a moment. I nodded dumbly, unable to break my gaze from Armand's beautiful, fuzzy, muscle butt. "He's a great fuck and loves to get fucked, too." As I stood there transfixed by Armand's delightful body, he turned around and grabbed an article of clothing. He looked at me and smiled broadly when he cast his eyes down my body. My dick was hard as steel and already leaking precum.
"Now, what shall we do about that?" he whispered, continuing his stare at my dick. "You'll never get that big thing in the clothes they've laid out for you." He moved in closer and knelt before me. His full lips engulfed the dripping head of my dick. I moaned, encouraging him to suck as much as he could swallow. Armand's blowjob skills were unsurpassed. He had me on the edge of a monster climax in less than a minute.
"I nutt a lot," I warned. "Watch out!" As usual, my warning was too late. I was already blasting my first big jet of nutt into his mouth. He swallowed and smiled. But, that smile disappeared when more volleys of dick gravy filled his mouth. He drank again and again from my spurting dick. But, his smile returned. He was enjoying my liquid offering.
"Damn, Mike! You weren't lying to me," Armand finally said when my climax subsided and he swallowed the last dribbles of my load. "That's gotta be the biggest load I've ever swallowed." He smiled and then a thought crossed his mind. "I'll bet you really fill up a manhole if you nutt like that all the time."
"He does. HUGE loads each time he cums," Ford confirmed. "And the best part is that he recovers in about ten minutes. So, if you like taking monster loads, he always has another one for you."
"That true?" he asked me. I gave him a Gallic shrug which made him laugh. "You do that perfectly. Have you been around French men very much?"
"Not that I'm aware of," I replied. I looked over my shoulder and nodded. We were getting the sign to hurry it up. The photographer and the company representative were getting impatient. "We'd best get dressed and get our collective butts out there."
The other two men glanced in the direction I was looking and hurriedly dressed. I was still having trouble getting my dick stuffed into the pants I was wearing. For this set, we were wearing uniforms that looked like they came from the early 20th century from England, France, and Germany. However, I had no idea how authentic they were. The designers probably took some liberties with the clothing. Two of us wore flat hats, but Armand wore a tall, heavily decorated hat that matched his uniform. I was at a loss to figure out where and when such a hat would be appropriate in the modern world. Perhaps, movie or television studios could use them, but they generally made their own. But, what do I know? I'm just an 18-year-old kid.
The photographer looked me over and frowned. I heard him mutter, "I guess I can airbrush that out." I knew he was talking about my dick; it was still nearly rock hard and had to be more than eight inches long and very thick. Concentration was my problem. I had to think of something other than Armand fucking me or me fucking his beautiful, daddy ass.
Even though Ford had been the only one to fuck my butt, I knew I had to have Armand pounding my hole. This total daddy hit every sexual button I had. Because he blew me so readily, I assumed that he'd be up for something more intimate. Besides, Ford said that he liked to flip fuck. I started to fantasize about a three-way with them, but had to remind myself that I was a professional and couldn't let my dick rule me while I was working. I concentrated on the lighting and the surrounding artifacts in the museum. It worked! My dick shrunk down to a large bulge.
We struck several poses as dictated by the photographer. By the end of the morning, he wasn't so grumpy with me. We had changed clothes three times before noon and each time, I popped a bone. Ford took care of both of them up his ass while Armand sucked Ford off at the same time. We were always quick enough that we didn't unduly delay the photographer. By the end of the day, we had four more costume changes. At least the last set of clothing was more fashionable.
"Tomorrow morning, 9 a.m. The car will pick you up at your hotel," the photographer reminded us. His phrasing led me to believe that Armand was staying at our hotel, too. And I was right. We changed back into our street clothes and met the car and driver at the curb of the museum.
Armand joined us for dinner at one of his favorite restaurants in the city. "This is true German cuisine," he beamed. "It isn't as heavy as some German food, but I think it is better." We agreed. It was flavorful and plentiful. After dinner, Armand ask of Ford, "Are you taking him to any of the sex clubs in town?"
"He only got in late Sunday night, and I knew he would be suffering from jet lag, so we stayed in last night. And with the early call tomorrow, I don't see us going out tonight, either," Ford responded.
"Good," Armand smirked. "Would you like to come to my room for a nightcap?"
We were easily persuaded. I already knew that Armand had a nice dick from when we were at the museum today. He wasn't as well hung as Ford and I, but I found that to be a good thing. I really wanted him to fuck me, and I knew I couldn't take another monster dick like Ford possessed. Being a gracious guest, I offered my ass up to Armand to fuck. "Are you negative?" he asked. I assured him I was. Ford agreed. "Would you rather fuck me first? I really wanna know what it feels like to have a load that big deep in my butt," Armand said. "I love getting Ford's monster up my ass, but he's poz. So we always have to bag his dick."
"Not anymore," Ford contradicted. "I'm now negative."
"Really? How is that possible?" Armand asked.
"Beats the shit outta me," Ford replied. "Wanna see the test results?" He pulled three pieces of paper out of his pants pocket. "Even the doctor couldn't believe it, so he tested me three times." Armand looked over the papers that had been presented to him.
"That's astonishing!" Armand allowed. "You know, I've seen a report in one of the local rags in Paris that said that there is a wave of sero-conversions happening that seem to have started in the U.S. But, that newspaper isn't very reliable. So, I didn't believe them. This is too good to be true."
"But, it is true," Ford and I said in unison.
"In that case, I want Ford to fuck me first and then you can follow up immediately with your massive load, Mike," Armand suggested.
We traded fucks, felches, and blowjobs. There was a great deal of face sitting and rimming that ensued, too. But, by midnight, jet lag was dragging me down again, so Ford and I returned to our room.
"Armand is pretty amazing, isn't he?" Ford smiled as we crawled into bed.
"I always knew I wanted you to fuck me, even though you had the biggest dick I'd ever seen. But, Armand is one of my favorite types of hot daddies and I couldn't resist him. I hope you aren't too put out at me," I worried.
"Not at all," Ford deflected. "I knew at some point, you'd find another man that hit your buttons. I'm glad it was Armand. He's really a great guy. And there will be others. It isn't like I don't fuck around, too, ya know!"
"I know, but you're the only one who fucked me until Armand did."
"It was going to happen with someone. You're young and very hot. You can be as selective as you want to be. I'm just happy that I'm the first man to fuck you. That makes what we do very special. No one else will ever be your first."
Wednesday we spent the day on top of one of the many tall buildings in town. From the viewpoint of the photographer, we were the focus of the pictures, but the background was just as important to show the urban sophistication he was hoping for.
Thursday was spent at the seashore modelling beachwear. All three of us had to wear Speedos in one shot. He was going to have to do a lot of airbrushing on those pictures. As we changed again, I finally realized that there had been no women in any of our photo sessions. I asked Armand and Ford about that, but they merely shrugged. As it wasn't important to them, I decided it wasn't important to me, either.
Friday, we were back in a studio that was set up with an alpine scene behind us. For this shoot, three women had joined us. The photographer had the women drape themselves all over us in every shot. I thought it was incredibly sexist, but this wasn't my photo shoot, nor my company. I tried to look interested in the women, but my smile was forced. In my opinion, they were harridans and harpies the moment they were away from the camera. "You're not that fuckin' special," I said under my breath. Ford and Armand laughed at my cattiness.
"Personally, I have no idea how they get anyone to use them. They've always been this way," Ford revealed.
"I was on one shoot where they walked off the set because the company provided the wrong kind of spring water," Armand added. "Even when the right water was brought in, they were grumpy the rest of the day. Prima donnas doesn't begin to describe them."
Friday evening, we dined with Armand again and one of the company representatives. We couldn't wait for this officious windbag to leave us. As soon as we returned to our rooms, Ford asked me if I were up for some sex club activities. I assured him that I was very much in need of some sexual release after dealing with those nasty women and the boring company rep.
"Do you want to invite Armand to come along?" I asked.
"It was his idea to hit the clubs tonight," Ford grinned. "And he knows where the hottest sex clubs are more than I do."
"I want the clubs with the most bottoms," I smiled back.
"I'll pass that along to our tour guide."
Armand said that the sex clubs weren't very busy on Fridays until about 10 p.m. There was an early crowd that went there right after work, but it was never that well attended. It was the later crowd that wanted some serious fucking and would spend hours doing it. The after-midnight and after-hours groups were the most hungry for dick according to Armand. Ford reminded the hot daddy that we were young and full of cum. Consequently, we were going at 10 p.m. and planned on staying until the early morning hours. After all, we didn't have any tasks lined up for Saturday. I was headed back to Los Angeles on Sunday morning and Ford was going to Italy on Monday. Armand was flying back to Paris on Sunday and then would take the train to his home in Biarritz.
The sex club did not disappoint. It seemed like every 15 minutes, I was breeding someone new. The different rooms in the club were set up similarly to the one I frequented in Los Angeles. There was an orgy room, a t-room with holes between the stalls, a sling room with six slings (all occupied during the entire time we were there), many private rooms, a bar, a large shower room, a very friendly sauna, and an even friendlier steam room. There was also a room for those who wanted to watch porno movies and another room that was a small gym. The gym didn't have a lot of action in it.
Despite all the new butts I bred, I always had time to fuck and breed Ford and Armand. They did love my big, long, black dick and my amazingly large loads. And at this club, there were several felchers who followed me around as soon as word spread that I pumped out massive loads. As frequently as I bred my fellow patrons, the felchers always had some well-fucked and cum-overflowing ass to eat out.
Armand had left at 2 a.m. after I'd followed Ford's load up his ass. The Frenchman was well satisfied and deeply bred. One of the felchers was quick to help Armand with the excessive load. The felcher spent several minutes eating out Armand's beautiful daddy ass. A scene that hot was too much for me, so with my resurrected hard dick, I pounded a load up the felcher's ass. As I neared my climax, he plugged into Armand. We nutted at the same time. I was going to blow Armand, but he said that he was incapable of squirting another load and left.
Two more hours passed. I wasn't bothering to count the number of asses I fucked. When Ford found me at 4 a.m., he wondered if I was ready to call it a night. I wasn't sure I'd fucked everyone I'd wanted to, but the hour was late and I was beginning to fade. My recovery time had stretched to 15 minutes. It was time to go.
Saturday night, we went to a different sex club. Armand was with us again. He asked me to fuck him again before he left shortly after midnight. He had an early plane to catch the next morning. As I had a plane to catch at 10:30 a.m. on Sunday, I decided that I couldn't stay beyond 2 a.m. However, despite quitting earlier than Friday night, I think I fucked as many men as I had on Friday.
Before I was taken to the airport on Sunday morning, Ford joined me in the shower for one last fuck before I left for Los Angeles. He was hoping to be back in LA before the weekend, but wasn't sure of the schedule. As I was about to board my flight to London that would connect with my flight to LA, I got a text from the boss. He was going to meet me at LAX and wanted a summation of how my first two photo shoots had gone. I scribbled some notes while waiting for my plane to board in London. Of course, I left out the more salacious parts of my evenings in New York City and Berlin.
The total flight time was 14 hours, but I had a good nap before we landed at LAX. I made it easily through customs and immigration. There was a uniformed chauffeur with my name on a white board. I followed him to the waiting car and slid into the back seat. The boss welcomed me back home and immediately started asking a rapid series of question about modelling, the clothes, the companies, and the photographers. He pressed me for negative comments about any of my experiences. The only thing I could think of was the attitude of the women in the last day in Berlin.
He thanked me for my candor and asked where I'd like to be dropped off. I thought about going home, but decided that after almost 20 hours since I'd bred Ford that my nuts needed to be drained. So, I asked the driver to drop me off at my favorite sex club. Before I went inside, I texted my parents to let them know that I'd arrived safely back in LA, but was going out for a while. I'd be home later in the evening.
Inside, I asked for a private room. I needed some place to store my luggage and a locker wouldn't be big enough. The man at the desk said that the place was really busy and they had no private rooms left. But, the sex gods were smiling upon me. A second later, one of the staff came into the room with two keys.
"Both rooms are cleaned and ready for new occupants," the guy smiled. He checked me out and added, "I'd recommend room 14. It's closest to the action and is slightly larger than the other one." He glanced at my luggage. "And you'll find that the locking closet is big enough for your bags."
I paid the fee for the room and thanked both of them for helping me out. I chased down the guy who'd just cleaned the room and asked him if it were permitted to play around with the patrons. He assured me that it was. Greedily, I pulled him into my room and shut the door behind us. "I hope you like to get fucked," I said. He nodded hungrily. "But, first, I gotta take a shower. I haven't been near one in almost a full day."
"That suits me fine. I prefer a good man scent," the man beamed. I asked him if he was sure he wanted a man who stunk as much as I did. I pulled off my clothes and he sniffed and licked at every inch of my body. He spent extra time on my balls and ass. "I want you to fuck me to death," my new friend finally said as he turned around, spread his ass cheeks, and got up on the bed.
He smelled fresh and eager to me, so I slipped my tongue up his ass and got him wet. I tasted cum immediately. As he was well lubricated already, there was little resistance to my hard dick as it descended into his depths. "Thanks for pre-lubing your hot ass for me," I smiled over his back. "You take dick pretty good. I hope you like a really big load; because after nearly a day without nutting, I'm gonna spray a monster load up your hungry hole."
"You can never pound too much nutt up my happy hole," he said. "I love cum!"
"You're going to get your wish. I'm about to fire already," I warned. "Sweet ass!" I moaned and then started shooting my load. I pounded and pumped his ass, spraying a huge load of baby batter into his deep hole. He squirmed and wiggled beneath me, his hands on my ass kept me buried deeply. More jizz jetted into him and he squealed with delight.
"Biggest fuckin' load ever," he praised. "I could feel your sperm spraying hard into me. I love that!" His hands continued to hold me tightly against his ass, wiggling and pushing back against me to keep me deeply seated. "I'll be pregnant for the rest of my life with all that sweet sperm in my hole."
Despite his zeal for my unwashed body, I wasn't all that enamored of it. I needed a shower and I needed one as soon as I could get away. He left my room satisfied and with a gut full of cum. As I turned on the shower in the large shower room, I saw him dash into the nearby bathroom. I had to smile. My babies are always active, I thought to myself.
Within another minute, there were four other men in the shower room with me. One of them was a nice looking daddy-type that I thought looked interesting. He made it clear to me that he wanted me to fuck him right there. My dick was starting to rise again, so I agreed to his suggestion. The guy standing next to him watched as the daddy bent over in front of me and made my dick disappear. The other guy knelt in front of the daddy and started sucking his dick.
I fucked the daddy for a few minutes before my nuts started to boil. I warned him that I was very close to filling him with sperm. He pushed back and held himself hard against me. The guy that was blowing him stood up and impaled himself on the daddy's dick. Within another minute, two men were moaning out their climaxes and breeding the man in front of him.
The fourth man was a guy that I thought I recognized, but I wasn't sure how I knew him. When I pulled out of daddy's ass, the fourth guy immediately clamped his lips over daddy's asshole and felched my load out. That's when I knew why I knew this guy. He was one of several felchers who frequented this sex club. This one in particular liked to follow me around and eat butts that I'd just bred. Who was I to keep this dedicated soul from what he loved best?
I rinsed off again and headed to the bar. I asked for a big bottle of water, plus my usual cranberry juice and soda. The bartender was the same one that I'd fucked with my first time here. He immediately recognized me and welcomed me back. "I didn't see you here for the last couple of weeks. Did you find a boyfriend to take that big dick and series of massive loads?" I told him I'd been in New York City and Berlin on business. "I'm sure they enjoyed you." I assured him there were no complaints.
"And how have you been?" I asked. "Are you still entertaining the men when they need more than a drink?"
"Every chance I get," he smiled. "And you already know that I'm a full-service bartender." I knew he meant that he fucked and got fucked. "But, today is so busy, that I've been playing bartender instead of exercising my full-service credentials."
"I'm in room 14 when you have your break. Look for me. And if the rubber band is on the door knob, I'm otherwise occupied," I grinned. Even though I'd already given him the cure, I thought he was hot and a great fuck. I'd consider this a booster shot.
He checked his watch. "I'm available as soon as my relief arrives, and that should be any moment. It was another two minutes before a replacement entered the bar. The bartender that I wanted to fuck again was out of there like a shot, with me in tow. He knew exactly where room 14 was.
He put the rubber band on the door and got up on the bed. "Let's suck dick first. Then, I wanna eat your ass out until you're squealing. That's when I want you to fuck me so deep that I'm gagging on it and cum squirts outta my throat when you breed my butt." That was a tall order, but I knew I could accomplish most of it. He moved himself so he was on the bottom. "If I'm on top, I nutt too quickly when someone's sucking my dick," he explained.
I climbed atop him and sucked his hard dick into my mouth. His precum was sweet and plentiful. But, within a minute, he pushed me away. "You're too good at this," he said. "Eat my ass instead." One taste of his ass and I knew he'd been fucked at least once, and probably recently. There was a nice load up his hole. I did my best to felch out as much of it as my tongue could reach.
His skills at butt munching were as good as I remembered them. I did my best to replicate each move and each thrust of his tongue. His hole opened easily and within a minute, wanted more than a tongue in it. I wasn't going to ask him if he was ready to get fucked. I was ready and my dick was leaking profusely. There was a need to breed here that was overwhelming any social niceties that might have been called for.
"Yeah, that big, black dick in my ass," he crooned. "How well I remember you spreading my hole and digging deep to plant your baby batter. I need to be bred again, just like you did last time."
"Surely, you've had bigger dicks than mine," I said as I leaned in and kissed him. The urgency of my thrusts were getting me too close to nutting. I had to remind myself that I needed to take this a little slower. My favorite bartender needed a good fuck as well as another creamy load. I slowed my pace, but increased the length of my strokes.
"Yeah, Baby! Just like that!" he purred. As we continued our missionary position, I kissed him softly, reminding him again that I shoot a monster load. "I'm looking forward to that," he said between kisses. "The guy that was my relief loves to eat my ass out after I've been bred. I'm sure he'll wanna eat your cum outta my cunt."
That image hit me hard. There was no holding back. I pumped a huge jet of sperm up his ass, followed swiftly by many, many more. "Fuckin' hot hole!" I bellowed.
When I withdrew, I sucked his dick into my mouth. Ten seconds later, he sprayed his load down my throat. He didn't tarry. My babies wanted out and he knew where he'd deposit them. He dashed out of the room and headed back to the bar. When I walked by the bar, he was bent over and talking to another man. I smiled when I saw another man with his face deeply buried between those luscious, bubble-butt cheeks I'd just bred.
Heading back to the shower, I couldn't help but notice a really hot man with his ass in the air in one of the rooms. He was being plowed hard by a smaller guy who possessed a big dick. I stood and watched for a couple of minutes, admiring the big dick on the small man. He sure knew how to fuck. But, I had to get some stink off my dick, so I continued down the hallway to the shower room. This time, it was deserted.
However, like the last time I'd visited this room, there were several men who joined me. I wasn't quite ready to rise to the occasion, but I didn't reject the guy who was sucking on my dick, trying to get it hard again. A couple minutes later, he was successful. In fact, he was too successful and shot his load all over my feet. But, I was able to keep my load in my nuts. But, barely.
By now, the small guy with the big dick had joined us. He took the shower that had just been vacated by the quick trigger guy who had been next to me. The little guy smiled at me and asked if I'd enjoyed the show. I'm sure I blushed, but I agreed that it was a delightful show. "But, what I really need is a big, black dick deep in my ass, pounding a good load into me," he whispered when I'd bent down to hear what he said. He couldn't be more than 5'4" tall. With me about a foot taller, I knew he was going to enjoy the hell out of a good fuck. He bent over and showed me his asshole. Clearly, it had been used and recently.
"Wanna come back to my room and find out if you can handle this big dick?" I whispered back to him. He nodded hungrily. I led him back to my room and grabbed the rubber band. It went on the door knob outside a second later. We didn't need an audience for this.
"You're so big that I need to sit on your dick until I get used to your size," he said as he jumped on to the bed. He turned around and beckoned me closer. His open mouth was the perfect place for my dick. I don't know how he did it, but in one smooth motion, he managed to swallow the full length of my thick, long phallus. "That's a monster," he praised when he finally pulled off.
"Just say the word when you want it somewhere else," I smiled down on him.
He moved aside and motioned me on to the bed. I flipped on to my back. He backed up and sat on my face. "Get me wet," he directed, as his mouth opened again and once more he swallowed me completely. I did my best to get his hole lubed up with my tongue. However, I wasn't sure how much that was needed. His ass already had at least one load in it.
A couple of minutes later, he turned around and cautiously sat on my dick. He took it slowly, but he did consume all of it with his tight, small ass. "You sure love dick," I marveled.
"I love ass, too," he smiled down on me. "Even though I'm short, they seem to like my big dick."
"It's a beauty," I agreed. "But, I don't get fucked," I said. Of course, that was a big lie, but I was very selective about who got to tap this nearly virginal ass. Despite how deep I was in his ass, his dick was still soft. Maybe if I fucked him for a while, he's dick would recover. I started playing with it, but got no response. However, his ass did respond. His ass muscles chewed and pulsed on my pistoning dick. My clever plan to get him hard again wasn't going to work. He wanted my load and I wasn't going to deny him. I tried to slow the pace, but he was having none of that.
"Fuck me! I want your black babies!" he shouted, redoubling his efforts to suck cum from the big dick in his hole.
Seconds later, he got his way. Jets of sperm pumped effortless and nearly endlessly into him. "Big load!" I groaned. I was already too late with my standard warning.
"Yeah, give it to me," he moaned as he felt me unload in his ass. "You're the guy everyone is talking about," he said as my climax ended. "You nutt huge loads. So much cream that the men have to hit the bathroom almost immediately afterwards."
I nodded an acknowledgement. "Is it a blessing or a curse?" I asked.
"Oh, definitely a blessing," he immediately replied. "Despite the need to evacuate those babies, they love that feeling of being completely full of man cream." He smiled and added, "And the felchers love you, too!" he said with a giggle. "Stay inside me as long as you can," he begged. "I don't want to lose your babies too soon."
I held out as long as I could, but my hard dick wasn't hard anymore and slithered out of his ass. He left right afterwards to take care of business.
I relaxed back on the bed for a couple of minutes before leaving for the shower again. However, jet lag was whipping my butt pretty severely. Even though I'd had the room for less than an hour, my need to breed had been temporarily satisfied. It was time for me to head home, have some dinner with my parents and hit the sack. I was whacked and I knew it.
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