What is ZZZZZ up, you Armada members?? Yeah, let's rock this mothafiggah!!
Your bonus element for getting in here? Additional content! I'm putting it up right away. What would you like to see here? Drop a comment and let me know.
For now, here's the next chapter of Young Junius. Beware, what you see below will be a part of episode 19!! If you don't want to spoil 19 for yourself, don't read further...
Well... I can't give you that chapter. It's too frigging good! Ok, here's a taste!
Clarence waited to hear who was at the door. “It’s Sheila,” the voice said: Sheila Dee, and he knew it for sure to be her. No other woman could use her sixth sense to know exactly when a man had some good drugs and that it was time to shake her ass out. Sheila always knew. Clarence looked down at his lap, considered whether it’d be worth a good blow job to let her in on what he had. Didn’t take long to decide that he had plenty of rock to go around. Sheila didn’t just give a good blow job, that woman knew every bit how to give a god-damn masterpiece performance blow job. She’d leave a lipstick ring around the base of your shaft so dark that you’d remember her the next time you took a shower, get you thinking about it again so you wanted more.
Clarence still sat on the bed looking at the pipe in his hand. “C Dubb,” she said. “You hear me out here! What you got going on?”
