Well, he thought,tomorrow I will be out with the guys again and I can forget all aboutthis stuff. Just then, looking out the window, he saw Johnny wal...inghome with his mitt. He was dirty and his knee was skinned. Chrissuddenly felt relief that he was in his room, clean and not hurt likethat. He ran his hands over his nearly hairless legs that were without amark or scab. Why do boys like to hurt themselves, he wondered? Why dothey have to play so rough? He thought about gym at school and. "If you want to put it that way, go right ahead," he answered. "The only thing a woman understands is a man's cock between her legs. When God made women he gave them a pussy instead of brains." "I'll fight you every inch of the way," I defiantly promised."And I'll come visit you in the hospital," he chuckled evilly as he started stripping off his pants.All of a sudden the focal point of his rage shifted from his contorted face to his throbbing groin. Looming from the center of his loins with a. His sister was wearing a thin summer dress, tiny red checked pattern, with buttons down the front and sandals, the sort with big cork soles. Her cheeks were bright red, even redder than her dress. She didn’t look at any of us, just kept looking at the floor. I couldn’t help noticing how big her boobs looked. They were really pushing the front of her dress out, and my mind was full of what her red nipples had looked like a few weeks earlier. I crossed my legs to try and hide my stiff cock. Mark. Metal screamed and glass shattered as the two vehicles met head-on, lifted up off the ground, spun in place, and fell back with the resonation of a thunderclap. Chunks of both cars scattered in every direction. Oil, gas, and blood seeped out onto the cold midnight pavement. Steve was still aware and awake. He had no idea what exactly had happened but he knew it was something bad. Something life-alteringly bad. His wife sat strapped in beside him. He was no expert but just by looking at her he.