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JAKE THE RAKE

JAKE THE RAKE Jake the rake was a stud among the local crowd and very much enamored with what he was endowed. He would strut he stuff around and play the macho role boasting of the many pelts hung on his lodging pole. All the lesser Romeo's could only shake their heads and marvel as Jake whisked another woman off to bed. Some would look at him with total envy in their eyes as Jake walked out the door with his nightly prize. One time Jake was at a party, with Cat his steady squeeze and left with another bird who fired up his bees. When Cat returned the favor it took him down so hard he turned into a sobbing wretch with his emotions charred. In the nature of these two was the cruel intent to utilize sex as a means of punishment. Pleasure's a sensation that can cause a lot of pain if it's wantonly abused and not morally restrained. In time the two got married and that made sense to me they took each other prisoner to vows of endless misery. The crowd finally broke up, we went our separate ways but I chanced to wind in the old stomping grounds one day. I walked into a party and both of them were there she had him on a leash and was scowling in a chair. He was laying at her feet with a frightened stare rolled over on his back with his leg up in the air

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