Still No

You can get head from Mitch whenever you want. However, a trip to Lil’ Skies is a once in a lifetime opportunity. You’d hate making Buckett wait, what kind of friend does that?

“Yeah… I’m kind of not feeling it.”

Michelle’s face drops. Her cute blue eyes turn into a disappointing frown.

“I’m feeling it, Michael.”

“So?”

“You’re so fucking selfish.”

“What you mean?”

“We always have to do something when you’re horny. But when I am, it doesn’t even matter.”

“I just don’t want it right now, doesn’t mean I--”

“Shut up.”

You do as instructed. Speaking further would be, indeed, quite fucking dumb.

I mean… It’s just no the time right now. Doesn’t mean you don’t care for her or that you’re selfish, right? You just don’t want your dick sucked right now.

“Hey, Mitch--”

“I told you to shut up.”

Gray clouds loom above you. The air has become deprived of all its winter freshness and kindness, and is now just this bitter, hostile breeze.

You wait for Buckett as you feel the tough brick wall spitting cold up your back.

Lil’ Heaven better be worth it.