Especially since most of Mother's best intentions usually went wrong. Not that things didn't 'work out', but - ***My childhood wasn't a typical one, n...t with a mother that vowed to keep her only child out of trouble at any cost. One summer, the neighborhood's tough kids in a sort of loose gang once roughed me up when I was only six years old, over some disputes over who won the street kick ball game. When I went home that evening, my face was all bloody and my shirt was all ripped to pieces.. I had to almost pry his legs apart so I could suck him off. But once I started moving my mouth up and down his shaft, he forgot his shyness and started working his hips. Throughout the course of the night. I sucked them both off a total of three times each. After that, spending the night at Hunter’s house became a monthly thing and only stopped when we both went off to college. Stopped for Hunter and me that is, but not for Charles and me. After our little three-some, Charles included himself. Just then, and noisy pickup pulled in, the three kids in the bed and an older feller driving.Andy, tied roll in hand, and the other two went right to Charlie, who said "Mornin'" to the man in the truck."G'day," came the response. "If he don' behave, jus' wallop him." I don' think that'll be necessary," smiled Charlie."Hope not, but jus' in case ... Andy." This last a bit louder."Yessir!" You behave an' listen up good, 'kay?" Yessir!" And the truck went off in a cloud of dust."Andy?" Yessir?". .. ), because girls with a reputation as a slut didn't get the good stuff. Well, that was the official tale, anyway, passed down from MY mother -- and if real life didn't seem to reflect that, I assumed that I was missing something.Young girls nowadays were looking for lightning to strike. The brass ring was a trip to a colony and to a motherhood role that hearkened back to Grandma's when it came to responsibilities, but in an environment where you always had food on the table and your basic.