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The fighting and cussing from the bar was sounding rather loud.  It was so bad I had to get up and get dressed to walk up to the bar.  I wanted to see what was going on.  It was fucking riot out there. In a funny sense.  The fight was actually an argument between a man and a woman.  I’m assuming they were intimately involved.  They were cussing each other out and getting real ruthless.  I heard the guy screaming about a blow job and erotic thoughts passed thru my mind.  I had this vision of being sucked off outside the bar in front of an entire crowd.  Wow, some of my fantasies get really kinky.  I must be a freaking pervert or something.  After the argument died down and my erotic fantasies went to pasture, I walked back home to get a little sleep.