Here is the Spin Episode 8 Jeff had danced until he couldn’t dance anymore. He then decided to sit down and regain his energy. He looked around the room and noticed his whole family laughing and dancing around, most assumingly drunk well most of them at least. This was a vision he had become quite familiar with. Jeff wasn’t much of a drinker but when he did, going overboard was an understatement. He liked to get crunk. Jeff drank to forget. The more he drunk, after a problem that really pressed him. The more he forgot about it completely. This happen to be one of those occasions’s where Jeff felt the need to “do as the Romans do” and get as drunk as everybody in his surroundings. Jeff took a cup of the Hennessey, off of the tray of waiter that walked past him. He thought of the first time he took a drink. It was at his uncles. He was fifteen and his Uncle Joe asked him have you ever had Congac before? Jeff’s response was “Hell yeah!!!” as if to have been an experienced drinker. So his Uncle Joe Passed him a cup of Hen. He downed it and almost choked as the drink burned his virginal throat. After about the fifth cup Jeff was good and toasted. Uncle Joe wanted to play at that point he asked Jeff had he ever had his dick sucked. Joe was an experienced pro. Jeff had been packing since he was eight. The little girls in the neighborhood would often be going to the hospital bleeding from the ass or Pussy one girl Jeff split her mouth on the sides from Jeff’ and his monster dick. He even managed to convince his eight grade teacher to bend over the desk after school. Jeff just had an innate charm with the lady’s and the men. Jeff’s Uncle Joe had given him the best head of his life at that time. He soon after was going to get better but at that moment Jeff would make a special trip every chance he would get to Uncle Joe’s crib. Until Uncle Joe mysteriously up and moved without a word. It was around that time Jeff’s father was put in jail. Jeff wasn’t that close to him so his disappearance wasn’t much of a shock in his life. Jeff mom was a manic depressant, she spent most of Jeff’s youth in and out of the hospital. Jeff’s Grandmother was the only stable thing in his life. As he sat in the seat looking at his family of drunks his eyes gravitated to his grand mother sitting along the wall with her head slumped to the side. He stared at her for a moment waiting for her chest to rise. To take in air and to fall to release but it never happen. Jeff yanked himself from the chair and rushed over to the wall. Lisa liked flying but this time she was slightly irritated. She kept thinking about her ruined dress and Jeff and what Keith was going through. And then Katie. Who slept quietly next to her. She thought about how much at that time she wanted to kiss her. And then snapping back to reality. She was now a married woman and what happen that day she would have to continue to hide inside her memory. Suddenly the plane started to shake. The turbulence was more then just a little bit the oxygen masks fell from their compartment which at the point was a sure sign of a problem. The shadow of the stranger stretched into the bathroom as Bama quickly picked his feet from the floor and Keith stumbled to his drunken feet to appear as if there were only one set of feet in the stall. The deep voice man say as his voice echoes through the bathroom after noticing Keith bumping in the stall. “Are you ok?” Keith’s managing to slur “I’m tight are you ok”? (Being sarcastic) the loud sound of his zipper sliding up to his slacks and the clank of his dress shoes across the shiny marble floor. Passing the sink as if to have no need to wash his hands. The sound of the squeaking door opening then closing was comfort enough to Bama to release his feet the floor. “Get the out of here.” Bama said with as much Macho as he could muster. Keith turned towards the door and slide the latch to the door, slowly opened it to the flash of a camera.
Posted on: Wed, 09 Oct 2013 00:33:25 +0000
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