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I knew it was going to happen. I knew it from the very beginning, when Tommy suggested going out, his chocolate eyes needy and suggestive...
"Tommy, take it easy... Bend your knees, lean on me..."
"Adam, I..."
"It's alright, everything's gonna be just fine... Tomorrow you're gonna be pretty much okay after this..."
"Promise, Babyboy...?"
"Of course, Glitterbaby. I'll be gentle. Okay, so now bend forward... Yeah, just like that..."
A few more seconds.
One fast shove.
And... Yes!
Monte and I breathed a sigh of relief. We made it. Tommy Joe was finally lying on the back seat of the cab and he was drunk as hell.