She could feel the warmth of her vomit through the bottom of the bucket on top of her thighs and pubic bone. She caught herself in the thought and imm...diately cast it from her mind. “What the hell is wrong with me?” she asked herself. She tried to forget drawing that sexual parallel, and got out of bed to empty the bucket into the toilet. Before pouring it out, she looked into the bucket again and interrupted her train of thought with a firm “No, Erika. Fucking hell.” She dumped her foul vomit. When they began talking about where they were going the following day, I told them that Terri had said that she was going too. Tiny's eyes narrowed at that information, but my father took it in stride. I wondered if Terri would tell Tiny about my father goosing her. If she did, I wondered whether Tiny would say anything to my dad about it. I didn't think that he would. That was Tiny, he seldom made any waves. My dad turned the conversational topic to Donna."Are you getting any of that, Jimmy?. My senior year, trigonometry was being taught by a new teacher. Miss Howard was a young, gorgeous, 25-year-old slender blond of perfect proportion. Of course, she was the object of desire by the males in the class.On one science-fair field trip, which she sponsored, the guys were teasing her over dinner. They wondered what kind of man she was attracted to. Hypothetically, they asked, which of us would she desire the most? She thought a minute and looked right at me. "I believe Pete is the. I ain’t got a condom.”“No problem,” I said, “we came prepared.”“Right. Fuck. This ain’t some candid camera thing, is it? You ain’t gonna get me to drop my pants then pop out with a camera and stuff?” I assured him we were genuine, just doing it for our own sexual fulfillment.“Okay, let’s go,” he said climbing out of his cab.“Oh, just one other thing,” I said, “if you can pull out when you cum then shoot over her face, or in her mouth, that would be great. If you can’t hold it, no problem, just.