Cruising with Daddy’s Naughty Secret

“Hey, Pete,” Jake barked, “in the corner, on the second shelf over there, there’s some duct tape. “You bast,” before I could get the rest of my cursing out of my mouth, I felt a sharp blow to the right side of my face and stumbled backwards, right into one of the other guys who grabbed my arms and pulled them behind me. Beeg As I walked past the home of my nemesis, I saw the garage door was open and Jack and several of his buddies were inside drinking beer and being their vulgar selves.

Cruising with Daddy’s Naughty Secret