Jack & Jill - Chapter 09

Copyrighted 2014 © Rob Loveboy

Edited by Jack FitzHugh

Chapter 9

We played pool Frisbee and water polo with the kids, used the slides and swung from the ropes. I don’t recall having had such recreational fun in a very long time. Fishing all alone was my primary source of enjoyment until I met Jillian. He introduced me to a host of other interactive activities, sex of course being a major enlightenment and not reserved for the bedroom alone so I was learning. It found its way into all other events, fishing, the rave, the trip to the mall, even there at the Aquatic Centre, sex was implied in some form or other. It was deep rooted in Jill.

I know for a fact that had he been a little more persuasive with his proposition of luring a couple of boys into the steam room and having sex with them, he would have broken my resolve. I was extremely horny by then and he had a way of manipulating and convincing me to take risks, do unimaginable things. I was weak to his influence.

Jill and I became separated at some point. From the top of the slide I saw him talking to Jordie once again who motioned to a female lifeguard and pointed to his watch, clearly indicating he was going on a break. Both teens exited the pool area through the shower/change room breezeway.

Fifteen minutes went by until my jealous rage pushed me out of the pool in search of them. I had convinced myself of the obvious place they went; the steam room! Why in the fuck couldn’t he invite me along instead of offering me some fucking little kids to play with? I was furious and hurt at his betrayal like only one other time—when they told me my mom wasn`t coming home again!

“THAT FUCKING BITCH LEFT ME ALL ALONE!” I screamed, pulling at my hair and broke out in tears. Kids and staff looked over, one lady met me at pool side as I climbed out. Concerned, she kindly asked if I was okay, I did something I’d never done before to an adult, I told her to fuck off and mind her own fucking business and ran away in self-pity, pausing midway into the maze of the breezeway, I slouched down against the cinder block wall with my head on my knees and bawled!

It was a typical day in a very abnormal environment. She laid prone on the sofa, unmoving. An arm on her chest and the other dangled toward the floor. I made my toast and peanut butter for breakfast, a peanut butter and jam for lunch and headed for school. Nothing unusual, nothing that I had not witnessed time and again.

After school she was in the exact position that I had left her that morning, only much paler; a ghost-like pale. She was cold to the touch as I tried to rouse her. I got real scared and shook her head violently but she didn’t react, not even the usual moan could be enticed from her mouth that was strangely agape.

Ironically, that very day a policeman came to our class and talked about things, one of which was calling 911 emergency even if you were just scared by something, unsure about things. I made that call.

Minutes later a bee-hive of activity erupted, firemen, policemen and ambulance people were traipsing in the front door. At the time I thought them rude that they didn’t remove their shoes, mom would be very angry at that!

Whispers ensued, everyone looking at me with sad eyes and shaking their heads. Mom wasn’t being attended to any longer. Policemen wrote in note books, firemen were leaving and paramedics were packing their gear. Not long afterward, mom was being taken away by two men all dressed in black suits. A nice lady showed up and explained things, … my mom was gone and would never return and off to grandma’s house we went!

Home is where I wanted to go then and there. To Grandma’s loving embrace. Her smell would be soothing as she rocked me, telling me that everything would be okay, just like she did from the day I arrived and the many boyhood traumas that followed and needed loving arms. She wouldn’t question the origin of my sorrow, she would just know that it had to do with Jillian. She would never say “I told ya so!”

The showers were packed with kids readying to go home and rough housing but the din of noise barely registered within my preoccupied brain.

As I pushed my way through the throng of boys, I noticed the rear end of a naked middle aged man leading a boy of about 8 or nine by the hand. When he turned to pull across the shower curtain of the private handicap shower stall, the sight made me stop in my tracks with utter shock! Not only was it that the man’s cock stood straight out, long and thick from his hairy groin, but in that brief instance I sure as fuck recognized him, too; my homeroom teacher, Mr. Flynn!

I stood there transfixed, unable to move. Although I couldn’t see the actual goings on, just their feet visible under the foot or so gap where the curtain didn’t quite meet the floor, but I saw enough to form my own mental conclusions. Jill’s summary of willing, curious boys would not only just pertain to him, but grown men as well I reasoned!

Mr. Flynn squatted in front of his pre-pubescent quarry, the boy’s blue swim suit fell to his ankles. I imagined Mr. Flynn fondling the kid, enticing him to erection then taking him orally. I wondered if his mustache and goatee would be ticklish to the kid’s pubic region. A few minutes later the man stood, the little feet lifted off the tile floor leaving the swim suit in a heap as the big feet moved forward and out of view.

I had been in such shower stalls and knew there to be a built-in, recessed bench seat, slightly higher to accommodate cripples and seniors. My most certain imaginings had the boy situated there, feet dangling, well concealed from visual scrutiny allowing the man an ideal tactical standpoint to allow the boy to explore the genitalia in fascination then persuade the curious boy to a final objective, feeding him several inches of manhood with instructions on what to do with it! The realization that my teacher was one of those perverts like Jill astonished me, it just couldnt be, but my eyes didnt deceive me, nor my imagination.

Mr. Flynn was a nice enough man, married but had no children according to his year book bio. Never in a million years would I have thought of him as a pedophile. My dealings with him was only as a homeroom teacher at my Junior/Senior High School, exclusive to time and attendance. He taught science at the senior level and acted as assistant football coach for the junior team. I wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye again and was thankful that the summer break was near.

I had seen enough and off I went. I was desperate in wanting to get out of the building for fear that I would cross paths with Mr. Flynn. Our school was clear across town with a smaller Aquatic Facility within walking distance of the school. It was clear why he came to the Mega Centre instead, it was far enough away with little risk to his anonymity and a larger playing field of opportunity to pursue his sick desires.

I didn’t care if he was screwing around on me any more as I approached the steam room, having no choice but to pass it when accessing the locker room. When I turned the corner I heard a commotion and a familiar voice. The steam room door was wide open and I stood there taking in the scene within the tiled confines, a soft red glow illuminated several standing figures.

“Let him go, fuck face, I’m not going to tell ya again!” Jill cautioned in a cold, threatening tone.

A small boy of about 10 or eleven was being held on his knees by 4 teens around 15 or sixteen The same group I saw bullying the kid in the pool, dunking him for long periods, punching him and calling him a fag, queer and such until a lifeguard interceded.

The mouth piece stood with his genitals hanging over the waistband of his swim trunks holding his flaccid cock in front of the kneeling boy`s face. Two other teens stood at either side and held him in place by the shoulders while the fourth stood behind gripping the victim’s long blond, almost white hair in both hands. The boy grimaced in pain.

The lead bully never took his gaze away from the task at hand to confront Jill, “I told ya, man, wait your fucking turn, Shelly here likes sucking cock, you’ll get a blow after the rest of us if ya want one. Or maybe you’re Shelly’s fag boyfriend or something; makes no difference to me, homo! Maybe you’d rather take Shelly’s place or how ‘bout gettin’ started on my friends here” he taunted Jill before he returned his attention to the boy. “Now open up like a good little faggot, Shelly. I know ya want it and—”

He never had a chance to see Jill attack like a pit bull. First, the teen pulling the hair went sailing backwards from a blow to his mouth and smashing his head on the bench with the kid being pulled back with him giving Jill a clear boot to the fully exposed, rather large pair of testicles owned by the bully. Down he went, I was sure that a blowjob was the last thing on his mind quite then! The next recipient of Jill’s wrath took a blow square to his nose, the sickening sound of shattering cartilage made me cringe. Blood and snot obscured his face.

The fourth boy cowered and tried to run from the steam room. Jill reacted like a cobra but not quick enough. From my vantage point at the door I pushed him with all my tiny might back into his hell. That’s when Jill noticed my presence, smiled and took the teen by the scruff of the neck and tossed him into the tiled wall, cracking his head and maybe the tiles. It was over in a matter of seconds, before I could even comprehend the nature of the melee. Jill, like a Ninja, was agile and vicious and subdued the young boy’s aggressors single-handily!

Jill turned to the teen holding his genitals and groaning, puke soiled his chin and chest. “Ya have a real nice cock, if ya would have asked nicely even I might have sucked it for ya!” he said as he held a hand out to the younger boy and helped him to his feet. “Ya really can’t go around forcing smaller guys to blow ya, though! How bout you have a taste of your own medicine, FUCK HEAD!”

He pulled the teen to his knees by his long hair. Expecting another kick to the family jewels, he covered himself and looked up pleadingly then was surprised instead by a sharp blow to the side of his head.

“Close the door and keep a look out, Jacky,” he ordered. “we have some unfinished business to take care of here and I don’t need any interruptions.”

“Jill they’ve had enough, let’s just go home.” I tried to appeal, the beatings already having been sufficiently administered in my opinion.

“No, this one has to learn a few manners about calling people faggots and homos, but mostly he has to experience what it’s like to be bullied and humiliated in front of other people.” he argued, hauling the agonized teen forward to crotch level.

The blurred floor to ceiling glass wall allowed a good vantage point to see the coming and going of people within the locker room. The steam room was dimly lit that would hinder any exterior viewing of activity within. It was clear to me why Jill had suggested the venue to lead a couple of boys for sex, the glass acted as a two way mirror so long as the steam wasn’t activated to spew it’s pea-soup fog.

The shaken, but safe blond boy took a seat awaiting what fate lay ahead for his aggressors. One of the teens tried to get up, Jill placed a foot to his chest sending him sprawling back to the floor. Message received by all to stay put.

“What’s your name?” Jill asked with pleasantry, the teen’s hair still tight in his fist.

“C…C…Chris.” he stuttered in obvious pain.

Well, Christy, …,” the feminine inference not going unnoticed, “see that bow tie holding up my sexy suit that my boyfriend over there bought for me today? How’s about you opening it up and sliding them down, nice and slow and sexy like!”

“Fuck off man, I’m no homo!” he blurted.

Jill countered, “Oh, come on, Christy, what’s a blowjob between two guys. Didn’t bother ya the other way around now, did it?” Another punch to the side of his face and a tug of his hair sent him into crying mode. Tears streamed down his face and he heaved, a little puke spewed from his mouth once again.

“Come on, you’re not shy cause your buddies are here, are ya? I’m sure they won’t tell anyone, Christy!” Jill smiled as he looked at all three teens who watched on as they nursed their wounds. It was evident that none were going to try any heroics on behalf of Chris!

“I’m only gonna ask ya one more time!” he warned Chris, pulling his hair hard enough that a clump dislodged from his scalp which Jill tossed aside with an amused chuckle.

Grimacing in pain, Chris reached up and untied Jill’s draw string. Both hands made their way to the waist band that he struggled with between his shaking hands but he managed to pull them down to mid thigh and exposing Jill’s junk.

Jill leaned his crotch closer to Chris’ face, “Come on, cock sucker. I know how much ya want it. Just as much as Shelly wanted it!” That reference to the boy was not meant to be hurtful to him, simply he was replaying prior events. No offence taken as the kid smiled in self satisfaction.

Chris didn’t take Jill in his hand, he merely scooped the head into his mouth with his tongue. He didn’t suck, just kept it there with tightened eyes and a disgusted look.

“Ohhh, come on now, you can do better than that; suck it, girlfriend! Get it hard and use your hands on it. You bite me you’ll be giving gum jobs the rest of your freaking life, got it?”

I laughed out load at that, but I was the only one to find any humor in it. Bully’s buddies all looked on in horror as he took the semi-hard cock in his hand and stroked it to full erection. I swear, Jill could will a hard-on at his leisure.

Tell me how much ya love my cock, Christy. … Come on, Tell me!” Another blow to his head forced him into submission.

“I … like … it, I like it a lot!” he lied, “please don’t hurt me anymore. I’ll suck you off, okay? … Just don’t hurt me anymore, please!” he begged teary eyed. Jill released the hair in good faith but kept a firm grasp to the back of Chris’ head which began a slow descent on the fully erect cock, then an almost earnest effort ensued to perform fellatio

Jill cooed in satisfaction, “Not bad … not bad at all, hot lips! If I didn’t know better I’d say you’ve done this before. Maybe ya have, you’re using your tongue in there like a pro lapping up all that tasty pre-cum I’m given’ ya!”

The tile room was silent except for slurping and smacking sounds that echoed. All eyes focused on the rape being administered when Jill began to mouth-fuck Chris, gagging the teen for the sheer pleasure of it. He then held his groin plastered against Chris` face.. My first thought was that Jill was Cumming and the whole affair would come to an end shortly there after. Unable to breathe , the teen began to panic for air, flailing his arms and punching Jill’s legs trying to break free of the vice like grip to his head. Jill just stared down at the teen, leaving him in to asphyxiate long enough for me to see the severity being inflicted. Chris was turning blue!

“JILLIAN LET HIM GO! YOU’RE CHOKING HIM TO DEATH!” I screamed. “IT’S NOT FUNNY, JILL, LET HIM GO … NOW!”

He seemed to snap out of some sort of morbid trance, pushed Chris off his cock with enough force to send him backward, striking his head on the edge of the bench and both hands to his throat gasping for air.

Jill couldn’t resist one final assault, bend down and took Chris’ balls with both hands and squeezed. “I find out that you’ve been bothering that kid again I’ll hunt ya down and fuck ya up the ass! Got it?”

Chris’ eyes appeared to be on the verge of popping out their sockets as he acknowledged Jill’s threat with a nod.

I put my arm around his neck, “That’s it, Jillian, … please … lets go home now, okay?” I plead with him. I now had two reasons to want to get the fuck out of Dodge! Mr. Flynn and the off chance that the four teens would regroup and retaliate.

“Yeah, … let’s go home, Jacky,” he agreed, rose and solemnly accepted my hand to lead him away from the carnage. Blood was everywhere, floor and walls, his gashed knuckles bled their own attribute to the savagery.

We learned his name was Sheldon who was close behind thanking Jill profusely. Jill told him to go and get changed so he could give safe escort from the facility, although I didn’t think Sheldon had any more worries, at least from those four goons!

Dressed in some of our stolen attire, opting for the white jeans and denim shirts, not to mention the sexy boxer briefs, we made our way to the exit where Sheldon was already waiting. He must of wasted no time dressing lest he encountered his nemesis again.

It was half past five when we left the Aquatic Centre. We treated Sheldon to share a pizza at a near by restaurant, Jill’s offer. He seemed quite captivated by Sheldon and I have to admit, so was I. It was easy to like him with his perpetual smile and zest for life, sharing funny anecdotes of his past. He talked of his mom, grandma and older sister all of whom he lived with and adored.

He was too pretty to be a boy. His long golden curly hair framed his delicate features, thin red lips, blushed cheeks and thin eye brows over baby blue eyes added to his effeminate demeanor. He was small … no, he was petite! Had I not noticed the bulge in his white Speedo earlier that revealed his undisputable gender, one could easily assume him to be female at a single glance. 13 years and two months old but he appeared more like 11 or early twelve at most. It was no wonder as to why he was picked on.

He went on to relay that sad aspect of his life, being bullied constantly for as long as he could remember. The four teens were only a few of his tormentors at school or at play. He’d endured broken bones, lacerations and bruises, and of course name callings, all of which he summarized with an `Oh Well, Shit Happens’ shrug of his shoulders and a feminine laugh. It was evident that he was masking his true pain.

Sheldon turned his attention to Jill, his new found hero and filled me in on how Jill had come to his aid after being dragged from the shower into the steam room, fighting and kicking but over powered nonetheless.

Jill then gave his account, “Yeah, I saw these guys in the pool bugging ya and was just about to swim over and put a stop to it, then the lifeguard gave them shit and they knocked it off. When I was coming back from the bathroom I saw ya being jostled about and … well I almost ignored it, cause like …,” he paused, studied the slice of pizza in his hand, “if I get charged with assault again, it’s back to Juvie! But I thought about it and no offence, but you’re a little guy and they are old enough to know better. Pick on someone their own size, which I decided would be me. So I went lookin’ for ya. No big deal!” Jill shrugged, unpretentious of his heroics.

If I thought that I might have been in love with him prior, his words came close to making be bawl, I had to fight back the emotion. He rescued me at the rave which almost had resulted in his arrest right then and there, no doubt about it! I had no idea of the peril he had placed himself until that moment of truth escaped his lips!

Angry as I was with him for doing whatever with that lifeguard; if in fact he did anything at all, the jury was still out on that one, I was proud. My Knight in Shining Armor, handsomely dressed in all white Tommy attire was my sworn hero from that day onward.

Jill’s interest in Sheldon didn’t go unnoticed either. His youthful, pretty appearance was what I though to be the exact persona of Jill’s lust and when he suggested that we all go home together with the premise to watch the hockey game, I didn’t object. The prospect of a ménage a trios’ with little Shelly was actually quite appealing to me in so far that I knew it would please Jillian. The topic of sex, or sexual preference was never discussed in the aftermath, so I wasn’t sure if in fact Sheldon would be a willing participant. Just because he looked gay didn’t mean he was.

Sheldon excused himself to use the men’s room and I took the opportunity to tell Jill about my encounter with Mr. Flynn. He was not at all shocked. “So, Flynn’s a boy lover eh! Ya should have pulled the shower curtain back and surprised him, then we could have blackmailed him, Jacky!” he responded with malice intent. The tongue/mouth thing was displayed for a moment, “Maybe we could catch him at it again. Today is Friday, our school lets out early on Fridays. I’ll bet ya a dollar to a donut that he goes there every week for some kiddy fun!

I instantly regretted telling him. Shocked at his devious scheme and at a loss for words, I sat there and listened in horror as he enlightened me to unbelievable proportions as to the goings on in such a public place.

“Lots of men go there lookin’ for a boy to have sex with, Jacky!. The place is known as a boy lover’s paradise in certain circles that I won’t tell ya about, … least not yet! Conditions are perfect there, Jacky, where else can ya stand around naked in front of kids, no law against it in that environment, being the men’s change room and showers and all, not even against the law to have a boner, lot’s of guys pop boners! It happens, right?

“It’s called trolling, or fishing. A man stands around in the shower playing with his cock and balls in front of some boys. He may soap himself up to make it look like he’s just having a shower in case another adult or someone older comes in, unless it’s another man fishing for minnows.

“Mostly they pick a time of day, like after school or whatever day school might be out. Not that much risk of adult males being around on a week day. The place could be crawling with adult women, but they’re no threat and he usually won’t go out to the pool area anyways for that reason. The less conspicuous his presence, the better.

“Anyways, he watches for any tell tale signs that a boy might be over curious and interested, such as a smile, a lingering stare. He’ll wave his cock around, jerk off a little as he waits for a bite, or one showing an interest in the bait: his cock, hook him by motioning him over then setting the hook by inviting him to touch it.

“All that having been accomplished without any resistance, just reel him in! In other words, haul him somewhere private to chow down on his catch for a little while then coerce the kid into a blowjob, amateur at best but a blowjob nonetheless! Something you can’t understand, Jacky!. It`s not rape, they do it willingly. Some of them are starved for a man’s affection.

“Often they start to see each other away from the Centre, the perfect scenario for the man. A regular boy toy or maybe two or three of them that he’s acquired that will go to his home if he lives alone, or take him to a motel if he’s married. Blowjobs get better with experience and of course the opportunity to introduce them to anal sex, which again, they go along with. The man usually gives them some money or buys them presents. It’s a win-win for everyone, Jacky!” he graphically described what I would have thought to be an exaggeration had I not seen Mr. Flynn reeling in’ his own catch

Our conversation came to a thankful end when Sheldon re-appeared and asked if we were ready to go.

Making our way home we sat at the bus stop. Jill’s attention seemed to be focused across the street at Chuck’s Sporting Goods store. They were having a sidewalk clearance sale. Twenty or so bicycles of all kinds littered the store front sidewalk display.

Peering straight ahead, tongue hanging out like a cuckoo clock bird, Jill said, “Jacky … we got a transportation problem that needs to be rectified. I’m tired of taking the bus everywhere we go.”

Baffled at his statement, I wasn’t aware that we had any sort of transportation problem, our school transit pass seemed to get us pretty much anywhere we desired to go. He was on his feet and crossing the busy street, horns blaring, with me and Sheldon hot on his tail, stupefied.

A large banner read, ALL BIKES MUST GO TO MAKE ROOM FOR NEW INVENTORY. TAKE ONE HOME TODAY!’ Having been separated by the wind, the bottom half of the sign laid on the sidewalk, something about50% OFF ALL BIKES!’ which we ignored. Smaller signs attached to the handle bars read, `TAKE ME FOR A SPIN AND TAKE ME HOME!’

Well now … the offer was just too hard to resist! No one was around and the bikes weren’t secured. For once, I didn’t’ need to be told to follow his lead! Off we rode for a spin’ with two brand new BMX bikes. They never stipulated any particular return time and the signs did say totake one home today!’

Sheldon rode on Jill’s handlebars, arms and legs flailing while hooting’ and hollerin’ having the time of his life. Logically, our next stop was Wal-Mart, Sheldon and I guarded the bikes while Jill went in the store and stole two bicycle locks. “We don’t need some low life ripping off our bikes!” he wisely cautioned.

Careful in maintaining a low profile in case the cops were looking for us, we traversed back alleys on the way home. A longer route but much safer.

A delivery truck with its rear sliding door slightly ajar caught Jill’s attention. Skidding to a stop and reversing, almost causing the loss of his passenger, he rode up and pushed the door up another foot or so. A twenty-four pack of Vodka Coolers was placed in Sheldon’s care and off we went!

Home at last, we crawled through my bedroom window with our pilfered booze. Opening us each a cooler, Jill bellyached that they had to be kept cold. The fridge was out of the question, the old lady would have a heart attack discovering liquor in the house! She’d been through enough already that day with her discovering my possible sexual preference!

Sheldon suggested we peal the label off each bottle and then put them in the fridge. I vetoed that idea, what if she had one or two, got pissed … and whatever! He might be cute, but that was a dumb idea!

I concluded the dilemma, emptying the bottom drawer of my dresser of old clothes and placed the loose bottles inside. I then went to the kitchen and retrieved a few trays of ice cubes and a few bags of frozen vegetables— mission accomplished, instant cooler! Jill was happy and that’s all that mattered.

We sat on the foot of the bed enjoying the vodka coolers awaiting the fist period to commence after we shared the remaining Ecstasy with Sheldon. He was apprehensive but gave in to our prodding telling him that it was a great high and that everyone was doing it. Not to disappoint his hero, he accepted the drug.

We reflected on Jill’s heroics describing scene after scene that brought us to hysterical laughter Jill suggested that we all get comfortable, stripping down to just his sexy boxer briefs, I followed his lead but Sheldon did not, having only removed his shoes.

Three boys sitting around in their underwear was hardly suggestive in a sexual sense unless you realize it to be a significant step in that direction which lead me to believe that that was Sheldon’s exact sentiment.

Sheldon had to have had some inkling to the true nature of his being invited to my house. Jill’s comments in the steam room referring to me as his boy friend, telling Chris that he had a nice cock followed up by statement that he might have even been willing to suck it for him had circumstances been different, could not have gone misinterpreted as anything other than what it was, outing himself and me in public.

Therefore, I still couldn’t determine his willing presence and thought process. His reluctance to disrobe could be read as a naive acceptance to an invitation to watch a hockey game and only that. He did have an unexpected knowledge of the sport engaging Jill in conversation about players, stats and predictions that amazed me and impressed Jill! It was also possible that he was just plain nervous, maybe the Ex and liquor would loosen him up after a while.

The whole thing was confusing and why the hell was I even bothering to make sense of things? Jill would sort it out, that I was sure of, but his focus was on the television and nothing would distract his attention from that! The two of them cheered and booed, high-fives plentiful between them. I wondered if sex did happen, would I be on the side lines, a spectator to their love making?

That thought lingered when Jill moved up the bed to rest against the head board inviting Sheldon to join him. He assumed an apprehensive position at Jill’s right who then placed an arm around him and brought him close.

Not to be left out I assumed the same position under his left arm that held his cooler. Every sip resulted in him crushing my face while his other hand caressed the nervous bleach blonds’ hair! I fought back a pang of jealousy.

Adding insult was the many times Jill asked me to replenish the coolers for them, which, by the way, Shelly was sucking back like a lush and getting giddy but still not removing any clothing.

Jill filled out his boxer briefs beautifully sitting with his legs stretch out and crossed at the ankles with his boy-harem under each arm. Sheldon could not have missed eying the mound, nor Jill’s sexual aura but he didn’t seem to be overly interested and remained uneasy in such close proximity to Jill.

He used exaggerated excitement at many of the hockey plays as an excuse to remove himself only to be pulled back under Jill’s arm when the excitement ceased. Jill had to have sensed Sheldon’s tense, almost paranoid state when he started to slowly unbutton the boy’s shirt and slide a hand inside and over his bare chest.

Sheldon downed his cooler and made a move to get up and get another as an excuse to once again remove himself from his discomfort but Jill simply took advantage of that opportune moment and removed Sheldon’s shirt down and off his arms before pulling him back, telling him to relax and that I would get him another bottle.

To be continued …

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