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his cock. 
    “So I take it you enjoyed last night?” he asked her. 
    “Uh…yeah!” she said, after taking his cock from her mouth.   “It was incredible, just like mom said it would be.” 
    “That’s good. I can’t stand disappointing people,” he said. 
    Just as his cock got good and ready, he heard a car door slam in front of the house.  Her ears perked up.  Distracted, she took her mouth from his cock and cocked her head to hear anything else. 
    “Someone’s outside,” she whispered. 
    “Probably just one of the neighbors,” he replied. 
    That notion was dispelled when they both were startled by the sound of loud banging on the front door. 
    “Crystal!” they heard a voice scream through the front door. 
    “Shit, it’s Mark!” she whispered. 
    “Oh great!” Kevin said. 
    “Crystal, come out! I want to talk to you!” Mark screamed as he pounded on the front door. 
    “I’ll go talk to him,” Crystal said. 
    “No!” Kevin said.  “I’ll handle this.” 
    Kevin switched on the bedside lamp and pulled on a pair of jeans and his shirt from the night before.  He buttoned up just a couple of buttons of the shirt from the bottom and headed out of the bedroom. 
     
    Chapter Nineteen  
     
    Kevin  
     
     
    Pissed off, and with a full head of steam, Kevin jerked the door open.  Outside, Mark stood.   
    “What can I do for you at 2 am?” Kevin asked. 
    “Oh, you’re that “roommate” dude,” Mark said with a laugh, making exaggerated quotation mark movements with his finger on each side of his head. 
    “Whatever.  What do you want?” Kevin asked, taking a step forward out of the house.  He smelled the alcohol on Mark’s breath. 
    Mark, sensing the menace, took a step back. 
    “I want to talk to Crystal,” he said. 
    “If you show up at two in the morning, you ain’t lookin’ to talk, you’re looking for a bootie call.” 
    Mark looked at him in stunned silence. 
    “Go home and sober up.  Then call Crystal or send her a text.  If she wants to talk, she’ll respond,” he continued. 
    “Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?” he asked belligerently. 
    “I’m the guy that’s gonna call 9-1-1 if you don’t get out here now and go sober up,” he told Mark.  “Go on, get the hell out of here!” 
    Goaded beyond his capability, Mark drunkenly took a swing at him with a wide roundhouse blow aimed for his head. 
    Instinctively, Kevin swung his left arm up in a sweeping motion and blocked the incoming punch. 
    With the blow parried, Kevin swung into the offense.  After parrying the offensive blow, he had cocked his other arm in preparation to take the offense.  Using the back of his hand, he popped the back of his fist into Mark’s face, stunning him, and then followed it by swinging his elbow into the side of his head.  Mark reeled drunkenly backwards into the yard. 
    On the attack now, Kevin set on his left foot and kicked swiftly up with his right foot taking Mark under the chin with a swift, but measured kick.  He heard Mark’s teeth snap together as his head snapped upward. 
    As Mark reeled backwards, Kevin took a step forward, crossing his left foot over his right.  He then pivoted his whole body to the left and lifted his left leg as he swing around.  Extending his foot fully, nearly online with his leg and smashed it into the side of Mark’s head.  Mark went down like a sack of potatoes. 
    Popping back into his fighting stance, Kevin waited to see what Mark did.   
    Mark gamely staggered to his feet.  Stunned and drunk, he belligerently waved his arms at Kevin. 
    “Come on!  Bring it!” Mark screamed.  Kevin saw the lights go on in some of the neighbor’s houses. 
    “Mark, go home and sober up.  Don’t come here all pissed off because you got dumped and threw two more interceptions tonight,” Kevin told him. 
    “God Dammit! I want to talk to Crystal!” he screamed. 
    “Call her when you sober up, and