You get the Pop Tarts from the toaster and I'll get the milk."After they were seated at the table munching on Pop Tarts and drinking milk from large g...asses, Amanda begun."I found out all about fucking and it is so neat." "Fucking, How did you find out?" Janie asked. Amanda ignored her question."Boys things are called cocks or pricks, and our things are pussies or cunts, I like pussy better. Anyway a boy puts his cock in a girl's pussy and fucks her. He just keeps pushing it in and out until. ” “I don’t know why everyone thinks I’m gay, I’m not gay,” I tell her. “Really!? No way!” She looks at me in disbelief. “If you’re not gay then how come you’ve never had a girlfriend?”“Because every girl thought I was gay!”“Oh… I guess that makes sense... I’m so sorry. I feel so… stupid.” She looks down in embarrassment, tearing her gaze away from mine. “Forget about it, you’re not the only one who makes that mistake.” “So obviously that means you don’t want something more…” “I never said that. People threw out some of the nicest things.To give you an idea of what kind of sleeper I am, I dozed off laying flat on my back in the swing, a sixteen-ounce can of beer balanced on my chest with my right hand holding it in place. I woke up in the same position, the can still in place, nothing spilled. I took a swig, swallowed and frowned. The damned stuff got warm and went flat during the night.I took the beer can over to the porch rail to dump it over the side when I heard these weird whining. ‘Leave the poor guy alone,’ one of the burly blond dudes chided. ‘We won’t get any food at this rate.’ Jacques reluctantly broke free from his groper’s hands and took the orders again, taking great care to write them all down this time. After taking out another round of beers he went to help Mary in the kitchen. How he didn’t chop his hands off with the sharp kitchen knives he wasn’t sure because he just could not concentrate. He kept thinking about all that prime man beef he had in his.