Second Chances in New Port Stephen - Chapter 88

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Second Chances in New Port Stephen - Chapter 88

Margo was laughing as they finally pulled into the parking lot. A real, deepdown laugh from her
belly complete with snorting. It made Eli feel warm down to his toes to know he’d gotten to her.
Or rather, the squat building in front of them had gotten to her: an old Pizza Hut, red roof still
intact, with the windows blacked out and a neon sign that proclaimed: XXX ADULT.

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“You took me on a scenic drive to your hometown porno store?” Margo wheezed as she bent
over the steering wheel, parking nearly catty-corner in one of the many open spaces. She
looked around wildly. “I can’t believe this. Is that
the Turnpike ramp? Are we actually going inside a skuzzy jizz-soaked gimp palace that caters
almost exclusively to truckers?”
“Don’t be so sex-negative,” was all Eli said as he left the car.
Margo followed him up the cement ramp that led to the door. “Seriously. Why are we here?”
“Well.” Eli paused with his hand on the door’s handle. “Some of us did not pack certain
accoutrements in our luggage for this trip that we… now… might… need.”
Margo’s mouth fell open. “You found someone in this town to dick down? Oh my god, congrats.
Who?”
Eli let his raised eyebrows answer for him.
Margo’s mouth fell open. “Don’t tell me it’s the DILF.”
Eli made a series of faces at the sky.
“No.” Margo hit him in the shoulder. “No way.”
Eli shrugged helplessly. “It just happened, I swear.”
“Okay. Wait.” Margo held up both hands. “Is this wishful thinking? Or did he verbalize with his
mouth and his words that he would, in fact, be interested in being on the receiving end of your
strap?”
“Christ, Margo—” He wondered if it was possible to die from an overheated face. Florida Man
Spontaneously Combusts inside Smut Peddler’s Paradise, Shames Family.
“What?” Margo demanded. “I can’t let you drop a couple hundred dollars on something that’s
going to stay in the box. Spill.”
Eli allowed himself a quick cat-with-cream smile. “There was a discussion. He said he was very…
flexible.” Another, harder punch to his shoulder. “Ow!”
“Look at you! Making things happen. I know I told you not to get wrapped up in boys while you
were down here, but I didn’t know you actually had a shot.”
“Thanks for that,” Eli said. “And thank you for driving me to the sex shop to help me pick out a
new dick. Can’t exactly ask my mom to give me a ride for an errand like this, and Uber wanted
to charge me fifty bucks for the privilege.”

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“Are you kidding? I’m going to be dining out on this anecdote for years. Let’s get in there.”
Margo opened the other side of the double doors and rushed in,
tugging Eli by the hand.