So, I had him follow me into my laundry room. Once inside, I realized that he would have nothing to wear, after I through his clothes into the dryer. ... told him not to worry because I had a t-shirt and gym shorts he could wear.When I came back into the laundry room, with a t-shirt and shorts for him. He was already half undressed. I asked if he wanted for me to leave or turn around. He looked at me and said "No, you don't have to leave"So, there I stood, watching this 13-year-old white boy,. By the time mom came home the housesparkled, the laundry was all done, and dinner was on the table. Thatnight mom once again came to my room, handing me a box of tampons,then told me to get undressed, it was time for my first lesson. Thepackets JoAnn gave me were the type that slowly dissolve when wet,which meant that the end of the tampon had to be soaked in waterbefore I inserted it. Nothing in my life up to that point embarrassedme more than that, but mom insisted that I leave it in, and. It was like that for a while until I heard footsteps on the stairs and heard mom call out to us.“Hey Rita, Randy, you down here?”I thought about not answering, but she would just come down and then she would see something wrong, and try to talk, so I decided against it. “Yeah mom we’re both here.”“Were gonna order pizza since everyone’s too lazy to cook, you guys want the usual?”“Yep mom, sausage and pepperoni like always.”“Ok that’s all I wanted, you can go back to whatever you were doing,”. " No, c'mere."I sighed impatiently and shuffled onto the bed alongside her, looking down at her face.She smiled playfully and put her arms around my neck. She looked into my face with lazy, smoky eyes. "I don't get to hear you say fuck very often. I like it when you say it."I looked at her.She prompted gently, "Say it." What?" Say fuck. Let me hear you say it." Fuck." No, look at me. Say it." Fuck."She whispered, "Say it slower."I looked at her and said more slowly, "Fuck."She put a finger on.