"Dammit, man! I told you not to bother me with this penny-ante shit again!" The black teenager swatted the man's outstretched hands away, the offering... cupped within scattering over the rough ground. "Don't you get it, you funk-ass bastard! You got to do better than that!"The man kept his eyes on the sneering face as he dropped to his knees. His again-numb hands rooting through the brown grass and weeds for his spilled capital, he whined for negotiation."Come on, T! Don't be like that! You know. He was about fifty millimetres taller than me and I'm six foot three. Leaving the school grounds without permission was another common offence. In the beginning she would not discuss with me the reasons for an outburst, she would just sit sullenly in the car on the way home and then storm into her room on arriving at the house. She'd slam the bedroom door, sometime two or three times to make her point, then later act as if nothing had happened. I'd learn all about it when my Angel arrived home. The city was buzzing, yellow cabs filled the streets, honking as they went. A sea of people were walking and chattering on their phones as they try to reach their destinations. Tall buildings were towering over the streets, casting a shadow and an endless shade of protection. I drew rough drafts of 19th old century buildings. It was so close to detail, every line, every curve, it was flawless. The door opened and popped my concentration. A dirty-blonde haired guy came in carrying two duffel. I was totally oblivious to the initial discomfort, determined to make my fantasies of the previous night a reality. Once he got a steady rhythm going he lifted his backside slightly and supported by his arms began to pummel my butt manically. I had never felt anything this good in my entire life and groaned like a randy bitch.With his body convulsing above me Mateo sprayed his spunk into my grateful arse. Afterward, he ate his lunch in record time. I did not move and just lay there with my.