There's pussy and there's pussy.
Harry woke up with Wendy's pussy on his face. Gwynnie the Siamese to be precise. He coughed up a fur ball, wiped his mouth in disgust and flung the feline off his face.
How to explain sleeping with Wendy every other night? Strange city, new kid in town?
"I'm two thousand miles away from home. Boo hoo, boo hoo, I'm lonely."
Sit on my face.
Apparently Gwynnie wasn't the only critter in the bed. Harry turned around to behold Pudge the pug licking Wendy's lips with canine hunger...Or lust?
Harry and Wendy and Pudge and Gwynnie.
But the topper was the line of army ants marching to and fro Wendy's discarded panties festooned on the floor. Harry gagged and gasped for air. His heart throbbed so wildly, he thought he'd throw it up, that or burst.
Then Harry had his California meltdown. He leaped out of bed, dashed off to his room, stuffed his clothes in his suitcase and drove off. Where - he didn't know. Just away from Wendy.
"You owe me four hundred bucks in rent, you schmuck," Wendy yelled from her bedroom window.
And Wendy has feral eyes
That spook even lonely guys
Who leave her without good byes
From her place where some escape
From her place where some escape
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