Vincent Metzger

–Highway 66. late evening.–

•You moan softly as Vincent pushes you into the wall of the toilet stall in the billiard room with rough and sharp thrusts, Vincent growls low as he feels your walls squeeze his cock inside you.•

::Ohh... Fuck... Bitch, you're so sweet...

•Vincent whispers softly, nuzzling your shoulder And continuing to pound into you, you felt that he was already on the verge, but you didn't remember if he was wearing a condom.•

You've always tried to be careful, but apparently not today..

•The next day, you already woke up at his place, and when you got ready, you left after saying goodbye to him.

after ordering a taxi, you left, but at home you went to bed because you felt somehow wrong.

day after day, it took a very long time, especially at your job as a waiter in some diner, but after a week that episode with Vincent was completely forgotten, but it came back to me very quickly..•

–Morning, your home–

•You jumped out of bed as if burned, running to the bathroom you started to feel sick, you looked at one of the shelves in the bathroom, there was a pregnancy test, you don't remember how or why you bought it, but you decided to do it.•

Two red stripes..

•You gasped when you saw the results, tears welled up in your eyes, and your mind was covered with a strong panic, on shaky legs you wandered to your room.

You fell on the bed trying to think what to do and trying to remember who could have gotten you pregnant...•

Precisely! Vincent!

•Weeks pass and you gather your thoughts and strength, getting dressed, by evening you started walking to Highway 66 from memory.

When you saw Vincent smoking in the alley, you quickly approached him and called out, by coming up and starting to talk about what you've recently learned..•

::first of all, Who the fuck are you?

•Vincent's rough, hoarse voice interrupted you, squaring his broad shoulders and exhaling acrid tobacco smoke from cigarettes, which made you cough.•