.and not the one from "Saved By the Bell."I would have enjoyed sending that so-called actor to a woeful demise. Purloined, my delightful ass! The beas...t was asleep on the kitchen floor like me after a bender. Who allegedly purloined it anyway, Mr. Sandman?I grabbed Cynthia's hand and we fled the mournful scene, but not before changing the title card from "Purloined" to "Deceased Pussy." But I could tell something was bothering her so I led her into the empty pantry and as deftly as a magician, I. It’s not the greatest but hey it’s my kind of place. It’s the only place to be on a Friday night. We have people from all over the world. We have the Texas bombshells. Irish lassies that would drink you under the table. Yup here we keep the ladies hot and the beer cold. And the men are crazy don’t let them fool you. Word of advice watch out for the bouncers. Some are fair and honest but others have their favorites. They come in all shape and sizes. They been here forever it seems. Break a rule. His legs weren't particularly hairy, and she began wondering what his chest looked like, as it expanded and retracted within his shirt.'We'll be fine, ' she assured him. When this prompted only an indecisive nod, she added, 'Why not take your mind off it? Tell me about yourself.'He stared with near-suspicion. 'Like what?'Leah smiled. 'Like, anything you want.'And he did. Very little was substantial, or even interesting. But it was honest, as if the heat had forced him to shed the macho armour. I heard your breathing get faster, I heard you screaming when you were cumming. You laughed and we hung up. I let my own cum dry on my chest. Then one day you told me you were moving, another country, new possibilities. You said you'd miss me. But you didn't know how much I would. You were leaving on a monday, I asked you to come over the friday before. You invited your girlfriend too, I never liked her. We drank, talked, and watched a movie. It had been three years, and we had never done.