Do you want me to call and arrange a tow truck?"She looked back up at me. "Thank you, Charlie. I'd be grateful for whatever help you can give me," she...said softly.I called a local wrecking yard and the dispatcher said they could have a tow truck there in about fifteen minutes. I told them that the vehicle was not worth repairing and that she would be turning it in for scrap. The dispatcher said someone had to be there with the vehicle to sign it over to them so they could dispose of it. We’d walk in far enough so that no one could see us from the street and set up camp.Mostly it was an excuse to smoke and curse and tell dirty stories totally away from our parents.We’d set up camp while it was still light: the tent could sleep four and fairly comfortably but took a while to set up right. We would neatly arrange our sleeping bags inside which took up pretty much of the floor space. We’d hang kerosene lanterns from the tent poles for light and it was amazing how much light two. Maybe she has a 43-year-old child that looks exactly like me, Ralph, Anthony, Stephen, or, God forbid, little Joey. Hopefully, she couldn’t have children or was on birth control. Hopefully, none of us made her pregnant. I’d be sad if there was a child of mine out there, somewhere, wondering who his father was. Maybe, if she did get pregnant, she told everyone that she was pregnant with someone else’s child, instead of pregnant from gangbanging five, virginal men. I have no idea and, probably,. ’ ‘Huh?’ ‘I’ve been feeling your cum inside me all night. I’m squishy…’ she added with a little laugh. I joined in now, keeping my laugh as quiet as possible too – as if it were some secret my walls would overhear. ‘I hate to say it… but I kind of like knowing that.’ ‘I thought you would. And you know what else?’ ‘Hmm?’ ‘I really like feeling it too.’ I just listened to her breathing into the phone, feeling myself harden with every breath she took, until she spoke up again. ‘I better get back.