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big and hard, just the way you like it.”
I think I would have fucked her right then and there but Pips flung his door open. There he stood, naked in all his glory, Mr. Phillips—or, as me and Sissy Godiva called him now, Pips.
Sissy laughed. “Of course I know this old geezer. Hey, Pips, how ya doing? Still horny and naked, I see,” she said, winking at him.
Mr. Phillips was red-faced and glared at me. “I was so upset. I didn’t know what had happened to you. You said you’d be here around nine, but now it’s almost one. I was so discombobulated.”
Silence and confusion filled the air.
“Discom— what?” Sissy frowned. “I always told you, don’t use those big, fancy words. No one understands what the hell you’re saying.”
“I’m terribly sorry,” Pips answered. “Terribly sorry, it’s my teaching background. Won’t happen again.”
Sissy yawned. “Well, if we’re gonna stand out here, maybe we should go tell the whole world you’re naked, eh?”
“Oh, yes, silly me, silly me. Come in, come in.” He led us into his apartment. I shut the door after us.
“You used to be a teacher?” I asked, closing the door. “What did you teach?”
“High school English. Sometimes I had Geography or Social Studies, but rarely.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Sissy interrupted. “You have anything to drink? I’m dying of thirst.”
“Why, yes,” Pips answered, opening the refrigerator. “I have a little ginger ale left—”
She frowned. “I meant a little stronger, like some booze, beer, wine, or something like that.” She looked up at the kitchen cabinets. “Oh, wow, what’s that?” She reached up and grabbed a half-full bottle of Canadian Club. “Just what a girl is looking for,” she said, grinning at the bottle.
The whiskey swirled in the bottle as if trying to touch her, as desperate for her as she was for it. I frowned and looked away. She was going to get drunk, and she still was stoned from the night before, and there was nothing I could do about it.
“It’s been there a long time,” Pips said. “Don’t recall who put it there.”
“You have any ice?” Sissy asked, opening the bottle and sniffing, frowning at the whisky smell.
“Yes, of course,” Pips said, opening the refrigerator again. “Ice coming right up.” He took out an ice tray, struck it against the sink, and pulled the lever to release the cubes. He scooped a few chunks into a glass.
She took the glass from him and poured the whiskey in, immediately bringing it to her lips and taking a mouthful.
“Ah, better,” she said, but coughed. She raised the glass to her mouth again and gulped it down. The whiskey seemed to supply her with nourishment. It was like she was being renewed, refreshed, and I watched her whirl the whiskey-ice in the glass. “You want some,” she asked me, licking her lips. “There’s more than enough.”
I shook my head. “No, no, I’m fine.”
She shrugged, raised the glass again and had another swallow.
Pips cleared his throat. “It’s wonderful that you’re here, both of you.” He turned to Sissy. “I missed you very much. Almost a year since I’ve last seen you. And you were always so sweet and innocent, one of the best in the bunch.”
“Huh? What bunch?” Sissy set her glass down and looked at him.
“Your bunch,” Pips smiled. “The bunch you used to hang out with. You remember that trannie, Blowjob Tonya? Whatever happened to her, she sure was a knockout. Had nice, beautiful, big tits, looked like a real female, no?”
Sissy laughed. “Man, that girl will suck anyone off.” She shook her head, picked up her glass and had another swallow. “Even you Pips, if you still can get it up. Can you?”
Pips looked down and shook his head sadly. “I can still come all over myself. But as for getting hard, well, those days are over,” he looked back at us as we looked at his limp, flaccid dick drooping from his scrotum. He looked at Sissy, “But you can bring Tonya over any time.” He