Chapter 68 :

A DIFFERENT MORAL CODE

68. It was well preceding midnight when the taxi dropped me off at the `` profuseness of delight '' marina. It had been a very long day. Up at the crack of dawn, delayed flight, hijacked by a MILF and her husband into a delicious threesome. I was exhausted and wanted zilch more than to go up into my soft bed in the captain 's quarters on my beloved Boat.

As I traversed the marina parking lot, I heard phonation coming from the marina `` home base. '' Although it was dark, I could vaguely make out several multitude sitting around the table on the large patio next to the sign. I did my skillful to remain just a shadow, desperately trying to stave off any contact with these derelicts. Then a voice rang out. It was Walker Percy. `` As I live and breathe. It 's the silent asshole from the fancy gravy holder ! Hey, fuckface ! Git yo'ass over here. cum git sum of this moonshine. ``

Shit ! I was busted. I walked over to the terrace and scanned the scene, taking it all in. There was Samantha, of course, her promontory sagging down, her Kuki-Chin resting on her chest of drawers, snoring. She was obviously passed out. Sir Henry Percy sat across, more animated and vocal than ever. Tiffany was sitting side by side to a stranger, a hooligan looking guy with mess of tats. He was probably a motorcycle crowd appendage and was enjoying the handjob Tiffany was giving him under the mesa. There was an empty bottle, lying on its face, with a one-half full moon one standing succeeding to it on the table. A mates of ashtrays full-of-the-moon to overflowing and some used Styrofoam take-out food containers completed the scene.

Upon seeing me, Tiffany bolted up, losing her balance. She grabbed at the table for support causing the evacuate nursing bottle to wave off, crashing to the reason making a piercing audio as it shattered. This drive out Samantha. She screeched out `` Wha ? Shit ! Where am I ... What 's goin'on here ... shit ... yo'assholes gon na be the dying o'me yet ! Like to clear me shit my britches ! ``

Sir Henry Percy, still overly animated, retorted `` Oh, shut ya pie golf hole you shriveled up hag. Ai n't nobody wan na hear your Irish bull. '' Samantha took her half empty ice of Moon and tossed the remaining contents in Sir Henry Percy 's face.

Tiffany attempted to move toward me, but the biker dude grabbed the girdle of her shortstop and pulled her down onto his lap. His large hand enveloped her tit, and she started making out with him.

Sir Henry Percy swiped the booze off his nerve and looked up at me. `` Hey, boater man. Here. Try sum'o this. '' He held out the one-half vacuous feeding bottle. I waved it away, so he raised the bottle to his lips, taking a generous gulp. `` Alright then. How 'bout this ? '' He searched on the board, pushing things out of the way, feverishly looking for something. `` Where the fuck is that baggie ? What 'd ya do with that powder Tiff ? Ya got it stuffed somewhere up that skanky, worthless cunt'o yours ? ejaculate on, woman of the street. ptyalise it out. ``

The biker beau now thrust Louis Comfort Tiffany off his lap and leaned forward placing his powerful forearms on the table. He fished something out of the sack of his leather vest. He dangled a small baggie of Stanford White powder in the air. `` Ya lookin'for this ya sissy queer ? If I give it to ya, you gon na have to let me have sex yo'ass again, yo'know that, right ? ``

Percy slumped back in his chair. `` I was just tryin'be neighborly, Duke. And I do n't want it that bad. Ya made my ass bleed when ya fucked it earlier. Still kinda sore. '' Harry Hotspur shifted uncomfortably in his chair, rearranging his butt.

'' Yo'ai n't seen nuthin'yet, faggot. Jus'wait public treasury I get yo'ass down to the clubhouse. You 'll crawl domicile wit two dickhead ! '' Duke snorted and gave a hearty laugh. Then he turned his tending to me. `` Well ... wha do we feature here ? Another sissified asshole to fuck ? ``

Samantha came to my saving. `` Shut the fuck up Duke. He 's a payin'customer. An'gim me sum mo'o'that nose confect, but yo'ai n't gon na git to get laid my ass tonight. Maybe tomorrow, like on credit or sumpin'. ``

'' Ya know, Samantha. Yo'a cagey unspecific. But this sissy skimmer dude ai n't payin'me and I do n't have no credit entry. If ya want some of this [ he held up the small-scale baggie of cocaine, waving it around ] yo'gon na have to at least take yo'fuckin'teeth out yo'mouth and suck my willie. I do n't take no check-out procedure. ``

Louis Comfort Tiffany, all drunked up, now lurched and stumbled her way over to me, draping her munition over my berm. She pressed her body arduous against mine and leaned in for some kissing. She emanated a nauseous stench of alcohol, her godawful, overdone magnolia perfume, and body odor from not bathing in days. I turned my head away avoiding her progression. `` What'sa thing One Hung Low ? All this talking 'bout ass fuckin'got me horny. Le 's go ta yo'boat. Yo'can jazz my ass witout payin'Duke. ``

Duke stood up, a improbable, brawny, imposing shape. `` Git yo'tight ass back over here, now, Tiff. You ai n't goin'nowhere wit no one but me tonight. I brung you sum good stuff, so I own ya tonight you dumb broad. Now git yo'sweet ass over here. If'n ya say yu'r sorry, I might even let you sit on my dick. '' Duke sat down and undid his pant, pulling out a fat, 9 inch, half hard hammer. `` Cum on, trollop. Ca n't ya fuckin'see I 'm waitin'? ``

Tiffany stumbled around to Duke. She let her tiny blue jean shorts Fall to the ground. She turned around and held the edge of the table for support as she lowered her ass down onto his lap. She started rocking up and down and Duke held onto her hips, pulling them down and thrusting his fat cock upwards.

watching Duke fuck Tiffany got Hotspur 's juices flowing. He unzipped and fished his minimal prick out. It was already hard, so he took off, wanking it feverishly as he watched Duke impale Tiffany.

Samantha, only one-half conscious, saw Percy whacking off. `` Yo'motherfucking asshole ! Git that fuckin'cock over here ! I ai n't dead yet ya screw. '' She took her fictitious teeth out, throwing them on the table. `` Now git up and cum put yo'midget cock right here '' as she pointed to her wide open, toothless mouth.

Sir Henry Percy raised up and stood in front of Samantha. She grabbed his hips, and he grabbed her top dog. He started a drunken mouthpiece fuck, both of them holding onto each former to keep from falling over.

With all four of them otherwise engaged, I silently made my way out, stagecoach right .