Chapter 11

• REMY
• A hot Asian girl that I’d bumped into at a gas station (I’d stopped to refuel on my way to the hookup with the cheerleader), had her body glued to the wall of the cramped bathroom at the back of the building, her body quivering in anticipation. She was promising too, her skilled mouth got me off in five minutes straight, (yeah, I timed her with my wristwatch). I swear I spoke Chinese when I blew buckets into her mouth.) When the nameless wonder turned to the wall and wiggled her peach-shaped derrière
• “I can’t believe that you’re going to be inside me,” she panted like a lioness after a long hunt, waiting eagerly for me to give her what her body lusted after. “I love you. I’ve loved you all my life. I can’t believe I’m having sex with the Remy Le Roux!”