Coda Josh Grant

I went walking in the afternoon, for some exercise and some Malaysian food. I was doing the Swanston Street circuit, giving my knees a rest from running. The sun was shining. I ran through the park on the grass, then I walked. I headed up Lygon Street for an ice cream, lemon and passion fruit gelati. I'm sure it was probably too cold for an ice cream, but the old chick running the place laugh a too-many-cigarettes laugh and said "Nah, I've already had two today." One could perhaps tell from her girth. A cute young wog boy in grey track pants was walking up Lygon Street. He had a bag flung over the shoulder of his blue t-shirt. The t-shirt hugged his chest. The track pants hugged his arse, nice it was too. I was just looking back at him, at the bulge in the front of those grey jersey pants, it hung down long and I reckon I could see the head finishing it off, when his eyes met mine. I think he saw what I was looking at. Nice eyes. Handsome face. He had nice...

I spend the long weekend at home with a crystal bag and porn on dvd, hard drive and online. Shrug. I don't mind being on my own with meth, in fact I like it. I love that feeling, those filthy thoughts that come from the crystal pipe. Everything becomes a filthy mind fuck, everyone is in my sights. I get really sick thoughts, some of which I would never share with you here. Not a chance. (Oh, I could, they are nothing, I’d get arrested for) Let's just say, I never have to watch MILF's fucking their hot sons ever again. Those hot sons, good sorts. My son’s best friend. We see how you look at him. Daniel was away in Sydney after spending the week up there for a medical conference. 
There was a ring on the doorbell and I don't know why I answered it, but I did and it was Candy. I love Candy, she is such a boy in a girl's body. She is such a filthy beta male, just missing a cock. She's just dirty. She and I get on really well. 
"Look at you," she sa...

Nice legs, baby. Now let's just slide you out of those briefs... come on, spread your legs, there is a good guy. If you get Alex with a nose full of something, or a gut full of grog, he lets all the pretence go.