I made a little humph sound and arranged my already perfect chestnut hair. It really was a shame I had to leave early to tend my anomalous ass since I looked singularly spectacular even with a shamrock painted in green glitter on my cheekbone. It was small, like a beauty mark, and just had my gray-blue eyes so sparkly. Not to mention how my t-shirt proclaiming me an authentic Irish -on my mother's side anyway--did wonderful things to show off my flat stomach and the pecs I'd managed to cultivate in the gym. My nipple rings were deliciously easy to see and had gotten me as much attention as the marvelous cupping action of my new jeans.The cupcake giggled again.I sighed and turned away for the urinals. Might as well do it here as home, both because I didn't want to appear to be running away and because I would have more pressing concerns once I reached my own bathroom. Some clever mirror angling would be required so I could apply medication to the throbbing button on my butt cheek. I nearly groaned as I unzipped my fly and realized I probably ought to check my back and thighs for more zits. They usually arrived with friends.
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