Cougar was making a veritable killing working for CaboVillas.com. He kept Sally in Star Wars collectibles and lithium. While Cougar worked his ass off Sally indulged in the usual diversions. On Tuesdays she trolled the Futurama forum. On Wednesdays she played Bloodrayne. Thursdays were all about the buffet at Cheap Chinese 4U, followed by a couple of hours at the boardwalk arcade. Every other Friday Sally smoked a bowl with Logan, her newest fuck buddy. Saturdays were spent stalking old fuck buddies at Facebook. Sally's Facebook name was Danica Platonic. It was some kind of weird pop culture reference that only made sense to Sally. In her heavily PhotoShopped profile picture Sally/Danica was sixteen years old and hotter than all those bitches from "Saved By The Bell" combined.
"Cooooougar. I'm bored, baby," Sally whined. She sat on the futon bloated from the Chinese buffet. Her stomach bulged out over her Bert & Ernie pajama pants.
"What do you wanna do, baby? I'm here to enable and facilitate," Cougar said, rubbing Sally's large, crusty feet.
"I wanna go to Vegas and see the tigers and shit."
"That's my girl. God I love you. I'll go to cheaptickets.com right now."
Five hours later Cougar and Sally stood on the sidewalk in front of Treasure Island with a bunch of other gawking dipshits watching the epic pirate battle. Sally felt that in another life she was Blackbeard. She wore a souvenir eyepatch and plastic hook on her right hand. Cougar grabbed her fat ass with glee. God he loved the nutty bitch. Couldn't imagine life without her.
"Don't ever OD," Cougar grunted in Sally's ear after a couple of hours of anal sex in their room at The Whole Year Inn.
"But I wanna go out like Bon Scott," Sally said with a pout.
"Sorry, baby. You're already too old to realize that dream."
Sally spit in Cougar's face and he giggled. God he loved his gal.
"Cooooougar. I'm bored, baby," Sally whined. She sat on the futon bloated from the Chinese buffet. Her stomach bulged out over her Bert & Ernie pajama pants.
"What do you wanna do, baby? I'm here to enable and facilitate," Cougar said, rubbing Sally's large, crusty feet.
"I wanna go to Vegas and see the tigers and shit."
"That's my girl. God I love you. I'll go to cheaptickets.com right now."
Five hours later Cougar and Sally stood on the sidewalk in front of Treasure Island with a bunch of other gawking dipshits watching the epic pirate battle. Sally felt that in another life she was Blackbeard. She wore a souvenir eyepatch and plastic hook on her right hand. Cougar grabbed her fat ass with glee. God he loved the nutty bitch. Couldn't imagine life without her.
"Don't ever OD," Cougar grunted in Sally's ear after a couple of hours of anal sex in their room at The Whole Year Inn.
"But I wanna go out like Bon Scott," Sally said with a pout.
"Sorry, baby. You're already too old to realize that dream."
Sally spit in Cougar's face and he giggled. God he loved his gal.
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