" She licked her lower lip again and felt herself growing wet at her crotch.My name's Mal," he said. "Mal Content, and that's for real, my father had ... weird sense of humor." Has it cost you much grief?" she asked as he paused to shed his pants and then his shorts."Every fuckin' day of my life," He said halting his undressing for a moment. "But if you remember that Johnny Cash song called "A Boy Named Sue," then you'll see how I had some benefit as well. 'Cause I had to fight every mother. I've never seen a Barbie who is short, like us, or one who has a shaped nose, like your sister. As far as I know, there is only one kind of Barbie. She always looks like this." ( Later, Barbie developed many sizes and identities, but this was around 1960.) It took a week or before I completely absorbed the idea that Barbie wasn’t ever going to look like me or Rachel or my mom or anybody I ever knew. My attitude toward her changed. Rachel (my sister) and I regularly tortured and defiled Barbie,. Her family still lives across the street from my relatives and our families still get together sometimes. I’m sure they thought for sure we’d marry, but it just was not meant to be.Jess surprised me by wanting to get physical almost right away. I was afraid to hold her hand, she grabbed mine. Even her Dad seemed to encourage us to be a little closer than I was ready for. One time we were watching a movie on the couch. I was sitting with some space between Jess and I and he came by and pushed me. I just hear things being moved around."I go looking for you and I hear noises from the goddamn pantry. I open the fucking door and you have Carla bent over some boxes with your filthy cock in her wet fucking cunt."Uh, Oh."Was she tight, Bill, did she have a tight pussy? Was she a good fuck?"This is my mother talking?"Did I stop you from cumming in the wet twat of hers?"My father finally has had enough."Yes, you did you bitch. I was almost there." Oh, big man, your fucking balls must be full."I.