Having pierced ears was going to make theselast three weeks difficult. At least the studs weren't too flashy, butthey were quite feminine.Next my mom ...ragged me into a department store and over to the junior'ssection. She then proceeded to get me fitted for a bra. "She doesn't have much," my mom was telling the sales lady. "We werewondering if you had anything that could maybe...emphasize a littlebit."The lady chuckled, which didn't make me feel any better about my smallchest. Why couldn't it. I like those little round pills. He calls them X. And I like the white powder, it makes my ... parts feel good," she said with a giggle."Your parts? Now you got me confused. Whatcha mean, on your parts?" he said watching the smile on her face. Along with her bright blue eyes, which were now turning a nice shade of bloodshot pink, and her long blonde hair, she was adorable."When I'm working and I start to get sore down there, I rub the powder inside and it makes me feel really good, and it takes. YOUR MOUTHYour mouthBecomesMy cunt:Softness,Wetness,TendernessOverwhelms me--I dieWithin,A thousand times,But not a coward's death--No, this time, Shakespeare is wrong--I dieLittle by little,ExperiencingLittle deathsPunctuated with staccato burstsOf ejaculated semen,The seed of need,Planted deepBetween your smiling lips.THERE COMES A TIME"There comes a time,"W. C. Fields said,"when one must takethe bullby the tailand face the situation."My lips, trembling,DescendAs I bow before you,Before the. "I didn't see any of the Myers family for the next few days. I didn't even take a peek at Snookie's window. I was afraid she would be standing there, pointing at me and laughing. On Wednesday Pete and I walked home from school together and he was back to the old Pete, rattling off stories and incidents so fast that I couldn't get a word in even if I had wanted to. He didn't bring up our last conversation.When we got home, he casually mentioned, "Oh, Mom wants you to come over for dinner.