This story is about the time my cute younger sister Ronnie decided to wear a ballerina costume to a costume party being sponsored by the Police Athlet...ic League on the West Side of town. My name is Louie and my friends called me Lew but my real name was Lewis which I really hate and never use. Ronnie was also officially dubbed at birth Veronica which sounds a lot classier than plain old Ronnie, but was too close for comfort to a popular cartoon character with dubious moral standards and sexy. Vomit drips from his shirt and every second that he wears the tainted clothes his own smell of filth grows in his nostrils and his throat threatens to tighten and release a new flow of bile. Mario watches the young man a little worried about his health as he notices the pale skin and sunken eyes, eyes so bright they only exaggerate the caverns from which they stare. Maybe he was a crack baby? Or worse? Maybe he is already addicted to the stuff? These questions go unanswered as Mario steps in to. It was an accident, I swear, I didn't mean to lead him on, but I kind of broke the poor boy's heart. Jason never forgave me for what I did." Chaime finished up, staring at the wind tossed branches above us, watching the sky go past, "So what did Chris say about me today?" He was... um... that is," I could hardly bring myself to ask him the question, "How many other people have you been with?" Bastard," I could tell he was talking about Chris, not me, then, "Four in total. The girl I don't. She asked, “What’s going in your mind?” I said, “Nothing you will come to know soon.” I made her lie on the bed then spread her legs.I tied her legs on each of both the corners of the bed. Now she was in such a position that she couldn’t spread her legs at all. I said in her ears, “Get ready for the most extreme pleasure which you will be getting in a few minutes.” She was feeling shy.She said, “Ya baby I am waiting for it but please don’t do it forcefully with pressure. Please go slow and.