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A New Day, A New You part 8
Date: 2/25/2016, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Male / Older Female, Male/Female, massage, Violence, Author: P.O.I., Rating: 90, Source: sexstories.com
find my bike, only two drinks in three hours but I left a nice tip for the bartender, he was good enough to not pester me to get more. I’m not five feet out the door when I’m being pestered by some fucking druggie. “Hey man you looking to buy,” the skinny little shit asks and I ignore him,” Hey man I’m talking to you.” “No you’re trying to get me to engage you in dialogue that will leave you without the ability to speak,” I state hitting the parking lot. “What,” he stutters and I almost laugh. “See it’s happening already,” I tell him and see my bike. I get a few more steps and that’s when shit goes off and the little fucker trailing me punches me in the back of the head. I take one falter step and stop walking as the little shit is waiting for me to drop. I can see someone coming at me quick on my right and decide to let off some steam. I don’t really look to find the shit that hit me, I just turn and there he is with a stupid smirk that is slowly turning to fear. I see metal in the hand of the one rushing to the scene and figure he’s first. He’s about my height but much thinner and dirty with a small knife in his hand. No form or style as he decides to lunge at me, it’s a simple matter of grabbing him by the wrist and bending his arm around as he impales himself in the stomach. I can feel the wind leave his body as the shock hits him and with my hand still in his wrist I turn my attention to the would be dealer/mugger. I bend the friend over his own arm and knife in his ...