Reclamation
Dickless [google-translator] “C’mere, I got somethin’ to show ya,” says Steve, leading the way through his kitchen toward the basement. “What’s up? I don’t have much time. Hafta start dinner; Beth’s coming over.” My girlfriend of two weeks, whom I’ve yet to see naked. “Trust me, this is important,” he says. I reluctantly descend into Steve’s sparsely furnished “man cave.” A bumper pool table, flat-screen tv, and a mess of cables surrounding several consoles complete the frat house effect. I
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