Maybe he could help me out here. Anal sex And-”
“I- know. Where’d you even get that, you have a supplier for that shit?”
“I met this girl. No, not myself, Dad. “Ah. I was too shocked to move, let alone say anything. It was surreal, slowly moving my body so that eventually I was lying beside her. Breathing. “There was a night you got drunk and fell asleep on her bed.”
“Yes, I remember that.” Chris impatiently interrupted. Guilt washed over me like the tide of an ocean. “I know that.” It’s true. Chris didn’t have that problem. Boldly, Sleeping Molly found the hem of my underwear and worked them down, exposing my raging hard-on to the world, although granted, you would have needed night-vision goggles to see it. Or would you actually care about a human being’s feelings? “Before I say them though, I hope you realize how fucked up your own story is. “Thanks, Aaron.” she replied, coming in for a hug, surprising me with her force.
