"God damn! You ain't sticking that boloney roll in me!" That ended Don's and my chances of pussy that night. There were three of us; me, Don, and Bob. I lived about twenty-five miles out in the country and had a car. Bob lived in the city's West End, the "baddest part of town", as a Jim Croce song phrased it. Don lived in a small town about fifteen miles north of the city. We'd all
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