" And I suppose you took notes during these discussions?"She slugged me in the arm. "I've heard that guys talk about girls too, that some guys like to...brag about what they did on a date. Is that true?" Well, yes, it is true that some guys do that, but they are usually the goofballs that can't get a date anyway, and half of what they claim, nobody believes. I have never heard any of the guys that I hang with ever say anything like that about a girl that they have dated. Of course, it is true. Laverne closed the closet door behind me and I stood there quietly as she turned to greet the new arrival. The closet door had horizontal slats so I could see out at a downward angle. I really hoped it wasn't the big guy from last night!It wasn't...it was actually a cute little blonde woman with a bob haircut."Hey 'verne," she drawled at female me. Female me laughed and I almost laughed as well in the closet because that was what Ernest P. Worrel would say in those stupid commercials.The blonde. Soon the pain had turned to pleasure and she was writhing her ass in the tub, making the water slosh over the sides as Jerry tormented her clit and squeezed one large, distended nipple while he looked over her shoulder. Finally, the soap squeezed out in a burst of foamy bubbles."Lift up a bit, Mom," Jerry said, grabbing it. He positioned the soap under her and told her to sit down."Uhhhhh... " she groaned as her asshole was unexpectedly filled with the slippery bar. Her ass hit the bottom of. " Help clear the table and I will." I giggled."You don't have to ask." I didn't ask." we laughed and she started telling how it was so hardkeeping the fact that she was a boy hidden. How it affect how manyfriends she had and how when she was twelve someone had found out andthen outed her to the whole school. I felt for her and hugged her as shecried. It was her best friend who had broken her trust. She nearlysucceeded in killing herself by the end of the school year. Any friendsshe did.