Late Seven
By Systematic
Sandy wanted to get laid. I let him go, and he resumed. Mom xxx You want to come?”
“No, no.” She shook her head. I reminded her that I was injured, and she backed down, but only reluctantly. “What?” I said. But not tonight. I was getting close myself. “It’s still warming up. I guess she was determined to make our relationship as unprofessional as possible. “I thought maybe she’d, oh, she’d let her read one of your stories, or,” he paused to whimper, “…something.”
“She’d better not have,” I said, speeding up despite my ribs. “It’s still warming up. That’s creepy. It had only been a week since our sleepover, but he was getting impatient. It was funny to me that his squirming around like this was going to get me off faster than his lapdance had.
