“Haven’t you, Willy.”
“Just keep the racket down so your father and I can sleep,” said Mom. Since we were playing rough I decided to answer rough. XXNX “Do you want to fuck me?” I was sure by now she was just bullshitting to get back at me for teasing her. Allison had her tramp stamp first. The tattoo artist took pride in his work at least. Since we were playing rough I decided to answer rough. I might do it when I turn 18. I’d been reading those stories where any guy with a dick less than nine inches in length with the girth of a beer can was considered dinky. “Nice tramp stamp.”
“What did you call it?” Mom asked. Allison is Bernie’s best friend. My mind was in a muddle the rest of the afternoon and evening. They went upstairs to change into their night clothes and I jumped into the shower to make sure I was nice and clean all over. Was Bernie being serious or was she putting me on? It sounded good to me. Can I see it?”
“I can’t understand why you and Dad are so upset,” said Bernie. Is it any wonder why people will think of you as a slut?
