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Hashirama Senju [Part 3]
Marriage was not something that they were going to rush into, deciding to wait until graduation was finished until they got married but she was already talking about children and having a big family. The idea was great or so he thought, everyone wanted to have children at one point but after going through 4 years of studying there was more important things on his mind than going out and having kids like finding a job. Putting those college degrees to good use. She wanted to move to Japan and live over there to experience where he had come from and all the jazz, thinking it would be the perfect place to raise a family. Obviously, she did not know what Japan was like. Cramped, small, limited on the amount of kids you could actually have. Next thing he knew the wedding date was almost upon them and he was being dragged out to a good old fashion bucks party in none other than Reno. The money flowed freely, the women were flocking in offering up lap dances to the poor sucker who was about to give his life away. Everything hit him pretty quickly after the 9th - 10th drink. He was about to be tied down for the rest of his life becoming a live at home father with the kids constantly crying and pooping, puking up over his clothes like the little monsters they were. Maybe that is why he did it. Okay really at that point, he thought it was more some American tradition.

Movies had told him that on this wild bucks night you were meant to go out and get the last piece off ass in that you would ever get, stumbling about on the streets after his... well he had lost count what he had drunk for the night but there she was. His last taste of freedom. It was going to be so simple just hand over the money, go to a hotel or something and whambam all said and done but this prostitute was a little pricey. Very pricey. The amount she was asking for was somewhat ridiculous for just what 30 minutes if he could even keep it up that long with the alcohol content in his body, yet stupidly he continued to rise to to the price she was asking until it was in the bag. He had scored himself a fine piece of ass. Well to cut it short, it kind of when radically downhill from there after being caught by the very guys who had taken him out for his celebration in a very compromising position. It turned out in the end that finding a whore was not part of the American tradition as the movies had said, nor was finding a male prostitute. Somehow he went from having great sex to sprawled out on the hotel bed, somehow rescued after all was said and done and dragged back to the hotel to sleep it off, waking up the next day around lunch time with a hangover and unfortunately, 100% recollection of what happened that night.

Ohh. That would explain why that fine ass was so damn tight.