Since the slumber party, Jacque, dear boy, was acting very strange. In agood, girlish way.We had not had time to see each other in the past few days, ...ut everydayI would get a call from Jacque with any number of questions. Should hedouche in the morning or before bed?Maxi pad or super absorbent tampons? Does lip plumper really work?The poor boy was beside himself in latent femininity. Only his need towork restrained him. And his assistant, Christine, had called me to askif I knew why Jacque was. Now to anyone this wouldn’t have been so bad, but when Tyler was 11 years old, his kidney started to fuck up and he had to get it removed, being from a town where my entire graduating class was only 300 kids, every knew Tyler had the surgery.Tyler was done for, he was on the ground holding his side. Seeing this, my buddy Todd and his brother Jason got into the fight, you see Todd and Jason are back country boys down to the bone, they lived on a farm and were quite built because of it. They were. Tattoos!"And then her warm, soft form was writhing on top of him, and sweet lips were nibbling at his, and her tongue tasted vaguely like peppermint.And he remembered the heat that suddenly surrounded his rampant manhood, and her chirp of joy as she sat up, impaled on him and shook her hair back off her face so those green eyes could look down at him with very frank approval.But the rest of it was a blur, very much like the blur that had filled his hand the first time he reached into Santa's. “No, I just love your boobs, that's all,” Jeff replied. “Truth or dare?” I asked. “Truth,” Jeff replied. “If my boobs were smaller, like A-cups, would you still be as attracted to me?” I asked. He stayed silent for a minute. Did he really have to think about that, or was he just messing with me? “Would you still be as sweet as you are today?” Jeff asked. “Yes, I'd still be this sweet. I just mean if my boobs were A-cups and not C-cups,” I replied. “Yes I'd still be attracted to you. Believe it.