Summer in Richmond

So I was out at Maymont Park taking my small rat dog for a walk. I promised to meet up with some of my friends near a large gate that is part of the Maymont fence complex. I finish walking the dog about 5 minutes early when this car load of latinas pulls up...Puerto Rican I would suppose.

They take an "interest" in my cute little Jack Russell terrier and ask me if my dog an I'd like to roll with them. Well, when 17 year old Puerto Ricans want you to climb into a car with them, you fucking do it despite your suspicion that they may be planning to take you to the outskirts of Richmond, rob you, steal your dog and sell it, shoot your sorry ass and chuck you into the James River. But I had my .25 gat with me, and I could use my pussy little gun on these three latin whores if the need presented itself. The dog was brand new anyhow, so if they were to use it as a bargaining chip or slug shield, I'd have had no problem of laying waste to the dog or the girls. So what happens? The bitches did exactly what I suspected they would: they drove this piece of shit '88 Chrystler out to some deserted dock, and threw it into park. The tallest one whips out a new-ish Walther PPK (evidently stolen) and orders me to strip.

To make a long story short, I'm laying there on the pavement with my tongue in this Puerto Rican dude's asshole, my dog gutted and hanging, ready to be sold to some Korean grocery store owners. That was a fucking crazy day.