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bullet shearing through my skull.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    WARNING the next story is extremely Disturbing
     
     
    Gas For Grass
     
     
     
     
     
    I walk through the door and she is sitting there on a white leather couch her long black hair with small delicate curls on the ends play upon her slender shoulder blades that hold the thin mint green straps on her small naval high shirt.
     
     
     
    The top of the shirt is slightly torn exposing her tan ample cleavage as I walk towards her she looks up with tears in her eyes and a smile forms on her glossy plump lips. She speaks in a calm whisper “So you found your way here. I knew you would find me.” Her long slender hands reach for the straps of her shirt and she pulls one down off her shoulder. “Why don’t you come here and sit with me?”
     
     
     
    I move silently almost floating across the room and ease my way onto the couch. The couch squeezes around my body almost feeling like it’s taking me captive. She leans over in my direction with her sky blue eyes that make you feel like you are on a cloud.
     
     
     
    She reaches up her other hand and pulls the other strap down exposing her firm breast with rock hard succulent nipples. She reaches for my hand and places it on her right nipple and gives me that look to gently squeeze.
     
     
     
    She then straddles me and forces me to take each one into my mouth and throws her head back moaning in ecstasy. She starts grinding on top of me feeling my erection almost bursting through my pants.
     
     
     
    She jumps up her green shirt falls around her feet and she unbuttons her hip hugging shorts and starts to slide them down removing her panties with them. Her freshly shaved mound glistens with moister and she turns around and bends over and slides her finger into dripping pink lips.
     
     
     
    As her hand moves up and down I can see her face tense up with extreme pleasure and her breast swaying with each thrust she opens her mouth and lets out a deafening jet engine hum and the room fills with harsh daylight.
     
     
     
    I wake sitting straight up with the screaming humming coming from right outside my bedroom window. I glance over at the clock 6:30 in the morning “What the FUCK” I reach for my glasses and look out the window.
     
     
     
    There she is my dike neighbor with her gas powered leaf blower cleaning off her porch. I throw off the covers and look for some shorts to throw on as I stumble through the hall to the front door. I throw it open and squint at the morning sun.
     
     
     
    I round the house and look hastily in her direction and scream, “Why do you have to wake up the neighborhood with that thing?” She sees me and mutters something about it being a beautiful morning and smiles.
     
     
     
    I just turn around and recede back into my home slamming the door behind me. The dike next door repeatedly tarnishes the one-day out of the week I get to sleep in. That’s it this ends today this beautiful fucking morning I’m making a stand for the neighborhood.
     
     
     
    I leave my house by the back door and head towards my shed in the corner of my back yard. As I walk barefoot through the long grass my feet become wet from the morning dew. And I curse the fact that it’s that early in the morning.
     
     
     
    I swing the shed door open as the door drags on the ground from years of use and neglected maintenance. One day I will get around to that. I search the cluttered area in search of something that will aid me in my task.
     
     
     
    I exit the shed as a warrior with a weed eater strapped to my back a spool of weed eater refill hanging from belt loop. Wearing duct tape as a bracelet and a pair of safety goggles. Remember safety first my friends.
     
     
     
    I can see her now sitting in her kitchen with her TV assaulting my ears as I walk across my yard to hers. This is the moment of truth I kick open her wooden gate as it