chapter one
brewskies are over-rated
You heard the chapter title. They couldn't get me drunk unless i had the entire brewing pot thingy shoved down my throught.
but that's just not going to happen.
Thankfully though, the first thing any self-respected rich man alone in his mansion will do if a teen-ager shows up soaked to the bone on a Saturday night is offer them a stiff drink.
i don't like stiff so i settled for a cooler.
good stuff.
The rain doesn't let up at all, so i'm sitting in front of Lex's office drinking my cooler in a pair of his pajamas. Its TOO wet to even think of superspeeding home, i'd probably drill my way to china.
Mind you, i bet they have nicer pj's then Lex... you'd think by the way he normally dressed they'd be like, silk or something, but nope, Joe Boxer all the way.
Oh well, you need to take comfort in something i suppose.
These are a little too short for me.
they keep falling down.
i'm not wearing any underwear.
its not good.
Lex brings me yet another cooler, (maybe he's drunk or maybe i am but i think he trying to get me drunk one way or another) and i swallow that before you can say 'tight plaid pajamas'.
I've notice that amidst our intelligent conversation about cows, Lex has been staring at the elastic line in the pj pants.
ooh, perverted.
i haul them up.
he knows i noticed and coughs nervously.
what? i say, you think you're the only person who's ever looked at my ass?
lex blushes.
I grin.
i don't know if i'm finally wasted but i'm in the mood for some tender lovin...
i wonder if you can combine names to make relationships.... Clex anyone?
i shake my head. Lex asks me whats wrong. i tell him that i'm in dire need of some fluid liberation.
it takes a moment for him to process it.
all he can see is my pants falling down once again.
well, that, and an empty pool table...
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end chap.1
brewskies are over-rated
You heard the chapter title. They couldn't get me drunk unless i had the entire brewing pot thingy shoved down my throught.
but that's just not going to happen.
Thankfully though, the first thing any self-respected rich man alone in his mansion will do if a teen-ager shows up soaked to the bone on a Saturday night is offer them a stiff drink.
i don't like stiff so i settled for a cooler.
good stuff.
The rain doesn't let up at all, so i'm sitting in front of Lex's office drinking my cooler in a pair of his pajamas. Its TOO wet to even think of superspeeding home, i'd probably drill my way to china.
Mind you, i bet they have nicer pj's then Lex... you'd think by the way he normally dressed they'd be like, silk or something, but nope, Joe Boxer all the way.
Oh well, you need to take comfort in something i suppose.
These are a little too short for me.
they keep falling down.
i'm not wearing any underwear.
its not good.
Lex brings me yet another cooler, (maybe he's drunk or maybe i am but i think he trying to get me drunk one way or another) and i swallow that before you can say 'tight plaid pajamas'.
I've notice that amidst our intelligent conversation about cows, Lex has been staring at the elastic line in the pj pants.
ooh, perverted.
i haul them up.
he knows i noticed and coughs nervously.
what? i say, you think you're the only person who's ever looked at my ass?
lex blushes.
I grin.
i don't know if i'm finally wasted but i'm in the mood for some tender lovin...
i wonder if you can combine names to make relationships.... Clex anyone?
i shake my head. Lex asks me whats wrong. i tell him that i'm in dire need of some fluid liberation.
it takes a moment for him to process it.
all he can see is my pants falling down once again.
well, that, and an empty pool table...
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end chap.1