"Umm .. er .. if you don't mind... I'd like to have it back to stuff in myown jockstrap" Jane pointed out."Oh. Sorry. It's just that it feel so right.... Kathy pulled it out ofjockstrap and handed it back to Jane. "Here you go"The rest of the school day proceeded normally. When Kathy's day was overdone, she headed toward her locker to get her coat. Feeling the urge topee, Kathy entered the girl's rest room and dropped her gym bag on thefloor. She approached the bank of vending machines and. " Yes," Lenny leaned forward eagerly, hoping that she might make some connection between his "crucial problem" and her own. "Yes? What?" Uhhh! Damn it all! What bloody difference does it make!" I think it must make whole lots of difference, Mr. Cubbings," Lenny chirped helpfully, "or else you wouldn't have brought the whole business up at all." Yeah, bloody lot of difference."The second-in-command was obviously suffering from a sudden recurrence of his old battle fatigue. His face had fondly. ”“Fuck me, daddy!”“Yeah, bitch! Did you like getting fucked when you were twelve?”“I did! Owwwwww!”“You let other niggas fuck you too?”“Yes, sir! My aunt’s boyfriend and his homeboys would fuck me every Friday night.”“How many of ‘em?”“There were anywhere between three and six every weekend.”“Oh, you were a li’l young fuckslut!”“Yes, sir!”“Did you like that, girl!”“I did!”“Where did they fuck you?”“They would take me to a cheap motel, smoke weed, drink, and fuck me.”“And you let them do. Mandy couldn’t tell just what the look was she saw in Sara’s eyes. She couldn’t tell whether it indicated anything other than that she was enjoying her hair being dried. She couldn’t have for Sara didn’t know. Sara didn’t know what she was thinking. She knew that she was loving every minute of this but why she was and why she felt so relaxed on the one hand, but strangely slightly excited on the other, at what her friend was doing, she had no idea. She didn’t even think about what she was.