i slowly meandered onto the court on the hot , early july sweat pissing evening...my opponent picked his nose and rubbed it on the slightly shit covered centre line , his heart consumed with one greek goddess or another as lust dropped to the bottom of his tom okker , custom made sneakers...candy...my american spaniel...i told her to bite my opponent's ankles , if he should make a wrong judgement..." fuck him up , candy...fuck him up like a fuck stick ''...she glared at him out of the corner of her eye...
...''gerrrrrrr'' was what was heard throughout the throbbing jungle of tennis...i could tell that the girls all liked how i stroked my raquet by the way their eyes all went back inside their sockets .
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