“You have a wiener tattoo!” I cried. “What is that?” By leaning forward, I moved my body and forced him to fall completely out of me, and my mouth formed an O as I got a look at the rest of the tattoo. “Did that hurt?” I asked, touching it with the tip of one finger. “I was drunk off my ass, pissed off at the world, and ready to prove to everyone that ever wanted to know that my wife wasn’t ever going to lead me around by the dick again,” Aaron sighed. “It’s not my most shining moment. I regretted it in a multitude of ways when I saw it the next morning. Though you’re the first one to see it
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