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I hopped on the Bixi bike just after midnight

  • I hopped on the Bixi bike just after midnight with a belly full of Chateauneuf-du-Pape. At least there was a
  • street lamp every 100 feet or else I never would have made it home. Wine + bike + nighttime =
  • Unforseen lake. While humming a ditty, my bike toppled into the sludge - a muddy mix of city matter. Utterly soaked, an
  • absolute mess. I should have known better to watch where I was going rather than gawking at
  • this estranged figure before me. It was unlike anything I have bore eyes on. Tall and lanky, but with a slight humor
  • that suddenly made my heart soften. I wanted to reach out and touch it, but it was just beyond my grasp.
  • i wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch his throbbing manhood
  • BUT THOUGHT BETTER OF IT BECAUSE I WANTED MY HOMOSEXUALITY TO REMAIN A SECRET
  • So instead I flexed my muscles and grunted through it, hoping she wouldn't notice, thank God I
  • still have some athletic ability after my accident. Who could have lived thru such an odd ordeal? Obviously...ME!!!

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