Doom POV
"Come on, hurry up, we're going to be late, I don't want to miss the commentary before the game starts, that's half the fun. Listening to them brag about strengths and weaknesses." I shout out as Skunk pulls on his pants, having just finished banging some chick who came knocking on his door. He always wears protection and pulls it out each time; he thinks it's double protection if he never sprays in a chick. Yeah, right, I don't trust the chick not to claim some sprog is mine, so it's been a while since I banged a club chick, and no chick since moving here, even Sprocket had held off, not interested in the chicks here, wanting to get to know the area and people before climbing into bed, with some random woman.
We started our bikes and took off. We were taking a change of clothes
