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They say he bought up all the property that he could downtown when he was just
kid.
You know, back when downtown was like living in outer Mongolia and everybody
selling their soul to be on the west side?
Hmm, but not our Jack.
He was buying downtown.
I don't know where he got the money, but he got it. And there are rumors going
around about this tough street kid from Greece.
Our Jack...
May not have always been what you call a law -abiding citizen, you know,
gangster kind of stuff.
But it's just rumors. Nothing to back it up. And he has the most beautiful
penis.
What? How do you know?
I've been told.
By who?
Oh, my God.
Don't tell me he's gay. Sorry.
Trade secret.
Flowers for Miss Dupree?
I'm Victoria Dupree.
Ooh, looks like somebody liked what he saw.
He asked me to marry him.
Already? I'm not surprised.
I was.
What'd you say?
Said he didn't know me well enough.
Wrong answer.
But he did.
He knew everything about me that he
needed to know.
I didn't care where he came from or how he got his money to
get started.
Question is, how did Matthew
know about Jack's beautiful penis?
Women talk.
The jealousy consumed me.
It ate me alive.
All of a sudden, I started resenting
all of Jack's ex -lovers.
The blondes with the fake tits.
The brunettes with the puffy collagen lips.
I couldn't stop thinking about them.
Imagining them in my mind.
What they did with him in bed.
What they had that I didn't.
Marriage.
Questioning.
How do you keep a man like Jack?
Do you want to make me really happy?
I just want to make you happy, Jack.
Then unzip my pants.
Take me in your hands. Jack.
And go down.
Come on, Victoria.
Don't be a prude.
We're about to get married, for Christ's sake.
Later that night, like a couple of teenagers on a Friday night date after a
football game, he took me from behind in the backseat of his
brand new jet black, top of the line Mercedes.
I never did anything like that when I was a kid.
But with Jack, there's a lot of things that I'd never done before.
Things I fantasized about going over and over again in my
mind.
It all seemed so easy.
So natural.
shock you don't knock it till you've tried it i never thought i'd like it but
did i loved it and came to crave
it had to have it
it was the beginning of the end
and we were just barely getting started
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