Paul shuddered as he he squeezed his eyes shut as a groan tore at his throat. As he opened his mouth, Paul took a shuddered breath as he told the person to "stop" in a weak voice before his back arched as he cried out through gritted teeth.
"Shit..." he shuddered as he came and he was getting a chill from the night air from his sweat. Opening his eyes, he blinked a few times as he gripped his bag. As Paul felt his body calm down a little, he took the bag in his hand and swung it as hard as he could to the assailant.
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So life gave you lemons. Dilemma is...make lemonade, pie, or squirt life in the eye? I say do all three if you have enough of them.
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