I know what would happen if you DID go out with boys. She spread her legs and pointed at her sperm soaked pussy, still oozing thick rich sperm. "THIS ...s what would happen, Mandy. I KNOW this would happen because I've BEEN there." That's what I don't understand, Mamma" said the girl, standing up. "You did it when you were my age, and it looks like such fun, and I want to know about it, but you won't let me. It's just not fair."Robin sighed. "Mandy, just because I did it when I was your age. Made abundantly clear that I like her more than I thought I did, because I feel lower than the scum of the earth. We haven't talked about committing to each other, but I know she trusted me, and I turned my back on her. My phone buzzes loudly in the silence, and I startle like I've just been caught by Chanel. Before I even take it out of my pocket to look, I know it's her. When my eyes confirm her name on the screen, my stomach rolls. You should come over. I rolled the perfect joint and I. I fetch the hanger, place your coat on it, and have to reach again to hang your coat. Once these tasks are done, you wrap an arm around my waist. You pull me with you to the couch. You sit down on the couch, and pull me onto your lap."Naughty little girl," you say as you pull the lollipop out of my mouth. Then you claim my lips in a ravishing kiss."Mmm..." I moan into your mouth. You break off the kiss, and you situate me so that my head rests on your shoulder. You stick the lollipop back into. He wants to use me for a lab frog. You know, dissect it, name the parts, put them all back in and, well, hopefully not throw it in the trash in a plastic bag. He thinks he can have me walking in a year or two. I think he’s nuts, but he says he’s serious.”“Who and where?”“Calvin Thomas, Barnes-Jewish Medical Research Center. He’s a professor, research director, and plain old-fashioned neurosurgeon there at the Wash U side. He thinks with his filet knife, a pair of pliers, and some superglue, he.