Is Someone Trying To Curse Me? Continued: part 3
I have to admit the appearance of the women made one like myself think. I also knew it was no chance I stopped by the hardware store and picked up new locks and ordered security doors so this insane group couldn’t get access to me personally. Remembering that Trance told me shower heads had camaras installed taking a chance on them hiding inside my home was not an option. I had mixed feelings, the women are hot. And sexually my experiences are advanced. Having a relationship meant spending time I didn’t have seeing that I requently take business trips, or spend a lot of time working locally. At my leisure could be the “Your-In”, but why such a gruesome beginning? The one question I wanted to know that never really mattered.
I decided to go out for a few beers and have myself a shot of top shelf brown liquor. After the alcohol buzz began settling, I pulled my keys from my left coat pocket and walked out the door. On my windshield was a piece of college rule notebook paper. Removing the paper was easy, but excepting what was written on it wasn’t. It was from the “Your-In”! It read in capital letters YOU DO NOT AND SHOULD NOT DRINK ALONE SINCERELY THE “YOUR-IN”. For the sake of me, I knew I was being stalked, but what can I do about it. My mind raced back and forth pondering on my lack of sex life. Seemingly that I’ve accepted anal from a woman, and sex that turned into a Bloody Mary due to an arriving cycle I couldn’t come to terms with piss and blood going down my manly throat. While kicking off my loosly tied shoes, as my feet walked into my living room, I had a strong feeling someone had been inside unannounced. The house had an old dirty dish rag smell to it. I thought to myself, maybe it was coming from the kitchen, so it was overlooked. By this time, my cock needed to be pulled out and hung over the toilet for draining. My drunk self darted upstairs! Before I could begin masturbating staggering, and off balance just enough for me to slip on my rug head first I collapsed straight into the tub. Splash Splush Splash! Unexpectedly, my tub was filled with urine and blood around 55 gallons worth.
The tonic instantly went up my nose I couldn’t help but fart, gag, and last swollow. Wait a minute after accidentally tasting the tonic it taste’s the same as red cool-aide. That was a fucked up joke to play on me. How did someone get into my house? Is the “Your-In” sending me a signal letting me know they are in great confidence of me joining their so called fuck group? Well I wasn’t I’m a business man not a menstrual and piss drinker. How many people actually sign up for this ritual daily is what I’m curious about? So far I’ve swayed away from my stalkers! I hopped out the filled up tub turned my head to the left and seen a small shot glass. The glass I picked up off the counter-sink I drank from. The taste confirmed it was the same liquor I was drinking earlier at the bar. On the glass was a pair of medium size lips made, and somewhat smeared lipstick.
Max AKA BraineMatter AKA DeWayne White
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