’ I replied from his arms with a smile that would make Lena Horne herself jealous. Johnny sat me down on one of the tables in the corner of the shop... ‘Look what I got as an added bonus today.’ He said as he held up a crisp clean ten dollar bill in front of his face. Naturally I was stunned. ‘Where did you get that?’ I proclaimed as he put the money back in his pocket. ‘Old man Hightower gave it to me today as a tip just for making him a banana split. I’m halfway to my car already.’ I thought. "That's not a criticism," she said hastily, "I don't mean it that way, I even think it's kind of cute. But the perfect grammar, the way you use words—you have a huge working vocabulary—I never hear you use contractions, you have to admit most people don't talk quite that way." 'Cute, '" he murmured. "How sweetums."She laughed, and sat up. "OK, but I'm serious. You know you talk differently. Why?" Well, I think I told you it was how I was brought up," he said. She waited. "Of course there is. This time, she did away with the pretences and started laughing at him. Bobby had never in his entire life felt so humiliated as he did at that moment. Face covered with tears, sweat and drool with his ass propped as high as it could go, while his penis had retracted back into his enormous bulk.Then he felt her finger slip out of his ass with a wet plop, “Nooo he begged. Please don’t do this.”Wendy, was still laughing at him as she laid down on her side of the bed. “Do what lard-boy? You wilted. Then when he was sixteen, he started to change. He found reasons for not accompanying me and disappointed though I was, I assumed he had entered that Freudian stage of seeking other female company. That he was engaging in some sexual activity became clear when, putting away some handkerchiefs in his drawer, I found a packet of condoms. ‘Well, at least the boy is playing it safe,’ I thought. At the same time, I felt a pang of regret that my ‘little boy’ was growing up. I became somewhat alarmed.