Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

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Following the crowd's advice, the man asked, “Mr. Blakely, who was your first?” After a few moments of silence, Tyrone said, “I'll take some wine.” To their surprise, Tyrone chose to drink rather than answer.

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Cason couldn't resist prodding, “Come on, Mr. Blakely. Won't you share? Do you really need to drink?” “Yep.” “Is it because her identity is something special?” “It's a secret.” Tyrone then stood up, took the bottle from a nearby employee, and poured himself a drink. After quickly downing three glasses in succession, he showed the group the empty glass. “Is this acceptable?” “Alas.” Disappointment pervaded the group, denied the juicy details they hoped for.

They wondered if she was a prostitute or an ex-girlfriend, and why such details needed to be kept secret.

Did Tyrone keep quiet because they knew the girl in question? The game resumed with the next round.

After two more rounds, Sabrina was chosen.

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She felt a wave of nervousness.

The next question came from an impulsive man. “Ms. Chavez, truth or dare?” “Truth,” replied Sabrina.

“Well, then | won't ask about you. Let's discuss your boyfriend. | heard you have one. How long is his dick?” @ Sabrina’s cheeks flushed a bright red.

Someone had posed a similar question before. The recipients always had a range of reactions, but the onlookers were consistently entertained.

Sabrina hesitated before declaring, “Seven inches.” “So long? Really?” Their enthusiasm sparked once more.

Nonchalantly, Sabrina gave the bottle a spin. She had intended to withdraw after her question, but, remarkably, the bottle pointed to Tyrone.

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