Dec 20, 2020
A Little Drink...
It wasn’t easy, but Milo spent his life doing things he had no business doing. And after a few whispers, and some greased palms, and one blowjob for a lucky cleaning staff member... A bottle of Jack Daniels had made it to his hands. He sat in the chapel, a couple hours after Lights Out, taking a couple slow pulls of the harsh liquor. He found a fiendish delight in breaking the rules with booze, and drinking it inside “God’s House,” at Preston. Almost like adding insult to injury in his protests against his forced attendance.
“Here’s to Preston Fucking Academy” he called out, perhaps a little too loud. “Lick my tight pink hole, fuckers,” he added, and took another swig.