”She was smiling and so was George at the sappy banter only people really in love could tolerate. Julio sheepishly wiped his mouth and chin then dri...d his hand on his jeans.“Come outside, my friend. I need to talk to you about something.” George noticed the change in his demeanor and quickly followed him out the back door.“What’s up? You sounded strange when you called.”“Oh, sorry about that.”They both sat around a wrought iron table in the middle of the back porch. The porch itself was covered. He’s wearing a wife beater and that fucking chain of his–the chain with the cross on it that makes you think the most ungodly things. You can’t let yourself stare at his arms for too long. He’s all tatted up and rock hard muscle. That’s what you think about at night, when you’re alone–the way his arms would look holding on to your hips as he fucked you, and all the ways you could get his blood pumping so hard you could see it throbbing in those veins that pop out of his forearms. Those veins.. Even if nothing clicks, Mitch will have a pleasant dinner companion." You two don't plan to warn Mitch?" Why? She's just coming to meet a few people in town and have a nice dinner." Britt said innocently.Mom looked at her. "When you talk innocently, I have learned to look for the trap. That statement was covered in it."Okay. They are both grown and will make their own decisions. Being at a small dinner will be harmless."Britt muttered, "I hope not." She smiled blandly.At supper, Mom said,. "Ahh... I don't really know, what should I do?" Well why not visit the Brothel?" The quenstion shocked you, not due to the question itself, but because it came from her, a woman. "Probably not that bad of an idea, although things like that aren't what I care for."It's not that you had no intrerest in women, but you didn't really know what to do around them either, most boys your age have had sex with some harlot and have also had their first kiss, you weren't one of thos boys. Even though you.