What am I getting myself into? How do I get out of this? Do I want to?"Look, just come over. You will not be put in any compromising situation. We can...just have a couple of drinks and talk." He said putting his hand on my arm."Ok." I replied and we walked back to the hotel. We went into the parking garage, he got his car, I got in mine and I followed him out onto the street. It was just beginning to rain. So the roads were shiny and my windshield wasn't cleaning well with the wipers. I kept his. “Ha!” Birgit laughed. “She won’t put out, so it won’t last!”“Excuse me?! Is that ANY of your business?”“What do you say? Just an observation? But she won’t even joke or tease about it like Cynthia or Libby or Francesca. She’s not his type!”“What is his ‘type’?” I asked.“Like those other three girls! Francesca was really fun, and so are the other two girls. Kelly is more like Heather.”“So, Miss Expert, why did he ask her to be his girlfriend?”“Uhm, I’m not sure.”“Then perhaps you should keep. He looked at it with loving melancholy and held it for me to see. I wanted to turn away, to deny him the satisfaction, but I was unable. Instead I saw a fading image of a young lady, close in age to me, with hair that was dark, like mine. A sister, or a girlfriend. Maybe a lover. The photograph tilted and dropped from his fingers. He hid his face once more and, shoulders shuddering, sobbed as quietly as he was able. The rumble of distant explosions came to us then. I bit my lip and sought to. Shrugging, his mother finally said the words he had been hoping to hear that morning. ?Ok, if your father says you can, then you can join your sister. But if you do, we expect you to give her a foal within a month, or your cock is going to be chopped off, and you’ll be a gelding for the rest of your life. Which, just so you know, for a Ponyboy gelding is about a week.? John squealed in delight as he pulled off his clothes. His mother and father grabbed him and took him outside, and.