Cool Blog: STREET BLOWJOBS - STREETBLOWJOBS.COM had passed since I'd had a half a fifth of Scotch and I certainly felt it the next morning. I had to take a migraine pill before getting in the car and then I still suffered as the traffic on the 24 crawled along. It was noon before I felt normal again and then, after lunch, it was time for class. Melissa was absent from her seat and my paranoid mind was just waiting for the Dean and Campus Police to walk in the door and arrest me in the middle of creating the Hanseatic League.
The rest of the day was no better. When four thirty came along I was relieved to get to my car without handcuffs on and I flipped on the radio for some music as I made my way to the Oakland hills. It was quarter past five when I pulled off at Orinda and drove past the BART station. Then I drove past it again. I guess it was on my fifth circumnavigation of the station when I pulled in and parked near to the front. It was ten 'till the hour according to the deejay.
My passenger door swung open and a blur of blue and gold jacket swung in. The fist of a boyfriend was on my quickened heart and then I saw the blur of brown hair bundled up neatly upon a feminine figure.
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