Chapter 7: s****l Escape
The next day…
Once I realized that Melinda Moretell’s position in life shadowed mine, I decided to have a few drinks at The Undercut jock bar alone. Of course, I had hoped not to run into Chad Ng while visiting the place, which I didn’t. Instead, I found a seat at the bar, listened to One Direction songs on the jukebox blast throughout the premises, and watched a number of guys make out in a nearby corner.
Five twenty-something-aged dudes were tangled together by tongues, bare chests, and muscular arms in the corner. Middles ground together, and zippers on jeans were pulled down. Tattoos brushed together occasionally. And stray hands reached around c***s inside the available denim and squeezed, stroked, and toyed. One guy fell to his knees and started blowing of
