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Guy, Chloe and I touched down at the airport in Montego Bay, the warm Jamaican air a refreshing treat from our hometown of Minneapolis. As we walked towards the baggage claim, Guy trailed behind, getting a nice look at our asses. He smiled thinking about the past several months.
Chloe ended up moving into our place, she liked it better than The Miller’s house. And why not? We had walls full of books, a turntable with a lifetime of cool, old vinyl records for the young woman to discover, more w**d than we could smoke and a kitchen stocked full of healthy, organic food. Besides, she could just walk across the side yard to check on The Miller’s pets and plants several times a day.
And I got what I wanted: a new fuckbuddy named Chloe.
When The Miller’s finally returned, we told Chloe she
