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"...Mikey just couldn't shake the feeling of being watched tonight. Maybe he really should lay off the horror movies, like Donnie had suggested. Another slight chill rolled up his spine, the feeling of eyes on him, and he vaulted over the rooftop parapet, landing on the stairs of a fire escape, and dropped down into the alley below, lowering himself to all fours, to make himself even less visible. He grit his teeth slightly as he became aware of a tension between his legs; he was QUITE hard. A nervous boner? Great, just another issue to deal with- The sudden sound of a window opening, and illumination from behind him, had him jolting, turning his head swiftly to look behind; the light was landing directly on his ass, and he felt his face flush deep with embarrassment, as the random New Yorker who'd decided to look out their window tonight, got an eyeful of mutant turtle ass. What else could go wrong tonight...?"
A little ass shot of Michelangelo.
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