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August 11, 2005

Ted: In T.J. for His Twenty-First Birthday

"Come on Kid, tonight is your night, live it up."

He looked at the plethora of poon displayed on the stage, trying to decide which one would best sate.

"The redhead," he told the petty officer.

"Mama-cita, the fat redhead for my friend."

"Si."

Mama led him to a small room with a sink and a bed and told him to undress and wash. He was rigid before the girl even came in, when she did, his heart was beating like a diesel. He bent her over, came immediately, and rejoined his friends.

"Happy Birthday, Kid, now you're a man."

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