.. he made no attempt to hold it back; he'd waited long enough for this moment. He hoped it would come in quarts -- buckets full -- he hoped his lust-...swollen balls would disgorge great sticky gobs of sperm, a hot, sticky river to flood her belly and break the young bitch in right. Yes sir, this little blonde had better get in step quick, 'cause she's got a hell of a career coming right up. He'd give her something to keep in mind, something she'd long remember as his load sloshed in her belly.. The living room was the size of Courtney's kitchen and the bedroom could fit a bed, a dresser, and not much else. The closet was too small to fit all my clothes in, so they were still in boxes and bags sitting around the room. I had bought a cheap full-size bed set but was unable to figure out how to put together the bedframe, so the box spring sat on the bedroom floor with the mattress on top of it. Luxury living at its finest. It would have to make due until I could figure out how to assemble. Cara was walking through her front yard towards a car that was waiting for her. She glanced over when she heard my door open and flashed me a look that made my blood go cold. I felt that I should say something but she looked really pissed. Jesus, I hope she wasn't at the party last night. "Cara," I called out. She walked up to the car door before turning around to face me. Her eyes were angry but another emotion there overpowered anything else. A sublime sadness was there deep behind her. I was glad the bottle wasn’t empty. Days like this there’s no tomorrow . . . only the daze. Then come the bureaucrats to check the damage, cut a check. It’s like that. Belfast in a bowl of hills. An area of outstanding natural beauty. Even in the war zone people are nice. By day they’re your cabbie, your butcher, the bus driver. I remember fucking Eilish in 1973 or maybe 75. She’d finally given up her virginity when she was maybe 30 years old. She went to confession Saturday nights wearing a.