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I followed him to a small grove of trees next to a highway, a couple blocks down the road from my house. A chain link fence surrounded the trees, but someone had cut a large, jagged hole through it. I followed him through the hole, and we crashed through the trees together. A minute later we came to a small clearing. In the center of the clearing, The maroon quilt from Wes I followed him to a small grove of trees next to a highway, a couple blocks down the road from my house. A chain link fence surrounded the trees, but someone had cut a large, jagged hole through it. I followed him through the hole, and we crashed through the trees together. A minute later we came to a small clearing. In the center of the clearing, The maroon quilt from Wesley's bed was spread out over the bumpy ground. Next to it sat a small canvas bag overflowing with his clothing. That was how I found out he'd been evicted for failure to pay his rent. He kept assuring me that this was a good thing, as now he would live right down the road from me, and we'd see each-other more than ever. I didn't want to be the one to inform him that relocating from an apartment to a patch of woods was not exactly cause for celebration. Before I could say a word, he began shoving his tongue in my mouth. I couldn't help but respond, and soon we were going at it like rabid dogs in heat. The main hold he had on me was a sexual one, and he knew it. He was, and still is, the best lover I've ever had in my life. And I was weak.


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I followed him to a small grove of trees next to a highway, a couple blocks down the road from my house. A chain link fence surrounded the trees, but someone had cut a large, jagged hole through it. I followed him through the hole, and we crashed through the trees together. A minute later we came to a small clearing. In the center of the clearing, The maroon quilt from Wes I followed him to a small grove of trees next to a highway, a couple blocks down the road from my house. A chain link fence surrounded the trees, but someone had cut a large, jagged hole through it. I followed him through the hole, and we crashed through the trees together. A minute later we came to a small clearing. In the center of the clearing, The maroon quilt from Wesley's bed was spread out over the bumpy ground. Next to it sat a small canvas bag overflowing with his clothing. That was how I found out he'd been evicted for failure to pay his rent. He kept assuring me that this was a good thing, as now he would live right down the road from me, and we'd see each-other more than ever. I didn't want to be the one to inform him that relocating from an apartment to a patch of woods was not exactly cause for celebration. Before I could say a word, he began shoving his tongue in my mouth. I couldn't help but respond, and soon we were going at it like rabid dogs in heat. The main hold he had on me was a sexual one, and he knew it. He was, and still is, the best lover I've ever had in my life. And I was weak.

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