It’s All Relative, in West Virginia

WARNING: This story is FICTION. Nothing in this story is real. It’s just a naughty little taboo piece of FICTION. Whose muse is a little T-shirt which caused a big scandal.

References to memories of underage sex.


It’s All Relative, in West Virginia


Have you ever done something so horrible, so wrong, so utterly and absolutely STUPID that the very thought of it, the very unbidden memory of it, can stop you in your tracks, or wake you up in the middle of the night and make you want to scream with shame?

No?

Well, that is the story of my life.

I bet you’re wonder what I did, aren’t you?

Sigh… I am ashamed to admit it. It’s really that bad.

But in my defense, I don’t really think it’s my fault.

Now, have you done something you *knew* was wrong but just didn’t care?

I have. It’s the story of my life too.

All I knew was that it felt good.

I should have known then, that hedonistic pleasure was my going to be my path of choice.

You’re probably wondering what I did, aren’t you?

Sigh…this is so embarrassing.

First, Let me introduce myself. My name is Douglass Mertolli. And yes, I am a girl. And you can probably tell by my name that my parents hate me. I mean really, who names their daughter Douglass?

Someone who hates their daughter that\'s who!

The story goes that my parents thought I was going to be a boy, and they had the name all picked out. Then next thing you know, bam! I am a girl. So do they go with a runner up name?

No, they decide to stick with Douglass because both of my weirdo parents felt that I would have an easier chance at life, with a boy’s name.

Weirdo’s, I told ya!

It’s not that they dressed me up like a boy or made me act like one. They were talking about job applications here. Resumes and all that bullshit. And I say bullshit because you should see the looks I get at interviews, the DMV, or hell, *anywhere* when they call out Douglass Mertolli and here comes a five foot two brown haired female answering with a smile which tries to convince them that, yes, I am Douglas. Yes, I am a girl. And yes, I was *born* a girl too. And also that a very, very, very long time ago, in the far away past, Douglass was actually a girls name.

Really, it was.

Hmm… I wonder why it didn’t catch one. (rolls eyes sarcastically)

Anyway, I digress.

I like to be called Dee. I’m sure you understand why. I am the oldest of two. No, that’s not true. I am the oldest of three. My father just had another kid with his new wife. It’s the reason why I am flying to the other side of the continent, and to the great state of Idaho.

Idaho… who even knew that place was there?

Me personally, I was born and raised in West Virginia.

Sigh…

Later, when I tell you the rest of this tale, you’ll probably find that ironic.

And like I said before, I am the oldest of three. I have two brothers. The youngest was just born and considering that my father is old as hell, it’s kind of nasty. But Viagra is a wonder of wonders –so I am told– and my father thinks it’s worth the coke-bottle glasses he now has to wear to correct his failing vision.

But I’m not judging him.

If he thinks having a stiff winkie is more important than being able to see, then more power to him.

My other brother is named Chaise Mi Mertolli Yes…that’s right folks. He’s named “chase me.”

Don’t ask me why. I’m still convinced that my parents were experimenting with drugs during that time of our life.

They had to be.

Or maybe it was because my brother and I were born so close in date.

We’re not twins but for a few months out of every year, my brother and I are the same age.

How, you wonder?

Well… you see… My parents were under the mistaken assumption that one couldn’t get pregnant the same month a person gave birth and was breast feeding.

Now, why my parents just HAD to have sex during that bloody month, I have no idea. I don’t even like thinking about it. However, what I do know is that a little over nine months after I was born, Chaise Mi was sharing the crib with me.

And that’s funny too, but you will find out why later.

Needless to say, mom got her tubes tied after that.

Now, I… Oh... What?… You don’t care about all this? You just want to know my secret?

Well, darlin’ Just wait a minute, It’s a long flight, and we have time. I’ll get to it.

Now...where was I… Ahhh now I remember….

I learned early on that my parents were snobs. We weren’t rich, mind you. We were more like *lower* middle class. We lived in a nice enough neighborhood. Had a nice enough car. Wore nice enough clothes, and Acted like we were better than everyone else.

You know… lower middle class.

The ones who pretend that they are rich, and are really the ones living beyond their means because they are trying to keep up with the Johnson’s… You know… the ones who really *are* rich.

I didn’t pose, of course, but my parents did. Especially, my mother.

And now that I think about, I mean really think about, it’s *her* fault that I am stuck with this horrible, and terrible secret.

It all started when I was twelve. Not quite a teen but well in the double digits of preteen-hood. And I was cool –so I thought– for I was part of the elite grade which ruled the school. 6th Grade.

The Board of Education had just taken the 6th graders out of middle school and put them back into elementary school because the parents were complaining that the older students were dating us youngin’s.

Which they were.

There were even *three* pregnancies. Can you believe that? Two 6th grade girls and a 6th grade boy, who knocked up an 8th grader. Of course one of the girl’s baby daddy was actually the boyfriend of her mom, but that’s another story.

Anyway, 6th graders were back in elementary and to accommodate the change, the School Board had to change the school districting.

And as fate would have it, my brother and I, had to change schools and attend Webster Lister Elementary.

Which, as fate would also have it, right in the middle of the richest neighborhood in our town.

My mother was ecstatic.

And what delighted her even more was that we had to wear uniforms to school, so she didn’t have to spend our college fund –our non-existent college fund– trying to by us name brand clothes so we could pretend we were as rich as the rich kids.

You see, when my mom was a kid, she was real poor. If you get her started she will tell you some real horror stories about how people used to call her poor white trash and worse. Though I think she got some of her stories mixed up with that scary movie “Carrie”. Either way, what makes her stories even more heart breaking is that all she ever wanted, even to this day was to hang out with the “A-crowd” To *be* part of that crowd. The same jerks who treated her like shit.

Unfortunately, they never gave her that chance.

Well, until she met my father.

And even though I love my father, to me, he is a prime example of what happens to the “A-crowd.”

I’m not knocking him. He provided for our lower middle class life. The bills were paid. We had shelter, and food and all of that good stuff. It was just that…

Sigh

There’s something about a person who’s had it too easy when they were young. It’s like they keep expecting it for the rest of their life. And they keep living in the *past*. Haunting themselves with their own glory days. Moreover, the have the tendency to try and live through their kids.

And Heaven forbid if their child was more popular, smarter, or more successful in their careers! Then it becomes one big competition.

That was my brother’s burden.

Not mine, thank God.

Mine was my mom’s desire to fit in. Which was its own kind of hell. She was almost as bad as those scary fat mothers who pay thousands of dollars to dress, and make up their toddler daughters, like grown women, and parade them in beauty pageants.

Luckily for me, her desire for me to fit in, with the rich crowd, didn’t last past my 14th year of life. It was that year when she found me engaging in one of the “A-crowd” practices.

It wasn’t drugs. If that was what you was thinking.

If it were drugs, I think she would have been more understanding.

It goes back to when I went to Webster Lister Elementary. I befriended a girl named Kimberliegh Worthy… Well.. okay. I’ll admit it. She befriended me. And I was happy to have a friend. Any friend. Even if it was that weird boy with the boil on his cheek, which he called Fred.

Strange… I remember the name of the boil and not the kid.

Hmmm…Funny the way the brain chooses to remember things..

Anyway, I was happy to have a friend. I was in a new school, after all, and all these rich kids had been friends for *years.* They had cliques tighter than a virgin ass!

What?...What’s with that look? Did I shock you with what I said, because if that is the case, I’d better keep my peace right now… Oh...you don’t mind? Good.

Now Kimberliegh Worthy, had just asked me to be her friend, but before I go on, you must realize that the Worthy’s were big and important people in my town. And I say town, because it wasn’t a city. Actually, it wasn’t even a town. It was more like one big suburb ruled by one family. Anyway, the Worthy’s had generations of doctors, lawyers, bankers, store owners, mortgage companies, insurance companies and judges in their family. I think one was even part of the House of Representatives. Though the people of our town acted like that particular Worthy was the freaking President of the U.S.A.

So you can probably imagine how happy this made my mom. I mean, I was a friend of a Worthy! You couldn’t pick a better A-crowd person. Right?”

Wrong.

Kimberliegh, who was probably the richest, and prettiest girl in the school with her golden hair, sky blue eyes, and perfect petite figure was, in no other words, an outcast.

Why?

I’ll tell you why!

Because she had a boyfriend.

A “secret” boyfriend who all the rich kids knew about. Whispered about. But never admitted out loud because it was just too….taboo. And because Kimberliegh’s family was just too rich and powerful and they could, and would, crush their families like little bugs.

But it was because of her boyfriend, that they stayed away from her.

Oh, now please don’t get me wrong. When I say they stayed away from her, I don’t mean that they literally ‘stayed away from her.’

Hell, no!

Her family practically owned the whole town!

So the other kids still exchanged pleasantries, sat at *her* lunch table, and went to her parties and all that. It’s just that was *all* they did. I mean, when they weren’t hatemongering behind her back.

But I didn’t know that.

Of course, me being lower middle class, I had no idea that little miss rich Kimberliegh was more of an outcast than my poor ass was.

I mean really, how was I supposed to know? Those A-crowd posers “acted” so kind. *I* actually thought I was part of their elusive clique.

My mother was so proud.

Sadly, the truth was that both of us couldn’t have been more wrong if we tried.

However, we didn’t find that out until later.

But by that time, I didn’t care.

A few weeks into my and Kimberliegh’s friendship, she asked if I could hang out at her house after school. But let me tell you, in no way shape or form, did she live in a *house.*

I lived in a house.

She lived in a….

Palace.

That’s the only way I can describe it and do it justice. And trust me, I had hours and hours of practice trying to describe that place because my mother was trying to live *through* me.

During my many visits to the Worthy Palace I met countless, maids. A butler. Two gardeners. The pool boy. The chauffer. The cook and his staff. And some other people who had unidentifiable jobs. But not once did I ever meet Kimberliegh’s parents.

I don’t think rich people have parents.

They have broken promises.

Kimberliegh wasn’t bitter though. Not when she had a big brother named Worthington Worth Worthy IV.

Yep. That was his name.

And can you believe that he was actually the FOURTH person with that name?

Still, Worthington was GORGEROUS!! He was a living Ken doll, but hotter and with a real dick not that androgynous …

Space.

He was so smart, but in cool way. He had a gentle, but deep voice. He was also so kind. He treated Kimberliegh like she was the most precious thing in the world. And he was really nice to me too. Which to me, was a plus.

All in all, to me, Worthington was coolest thing since sliced bread, and Kimberliegh thought so as well.

And even though he came straight home from school everyday, he wasn’t a loser. He really wasn’t. Honest.

By the looks of him, you would think he would play football and be the quarterback or something. He was like 6’1’’ and had the body for it. He had abs and pecks to kill for, But he didn’t. He didn’t play any sports. Nor did he sign up for any clubs. He didn’t need them. It wasn’t like he needed a scholarship for college. They were richer than King Midas. Moreover, even if he didn’t go college, he still had his choice of careers.

He was a Worthy.

Instead, the only thing he did, school-wise was keep his grades up.

Even really sad things didn’t bother him. For his 16th birthday, his parents well, they missed/forgot his birthday. So to make amends, they bought him one of those James Bond BMW convertibles. He looked SO cool driving it! All the girls wanted him. Even some of the guys, I think. But he never paid any of them any mind. It was almost like he was too cool to care.

It seemed that the only thing Worthington *really* cared about was his little sister and that was who he spent most of his free time with.

Now, you are probably wondering how I know what his dick looks like, am I right?

What? No… you weren’t wondering that?...Oh then… never mind…Huh.. you want to know why I would think that? ..Well, I told you… he was like a Ken doll without the…Oh now you remember?. …sigh…..Okay fine. I’ll tell you.

Okay, now where was I…ahh.. now I remember.

I had been visiting Kimberleigh’s palace for a couple of months, I think about two, and during that time I had heard all about her “boyfriend” but never had I’d seen him. The only guy who remotely looked like the description of her imaginary man, was her brother. And I knew it couldn’t have been him. I mean what would a good looking guy like him want with a flat-chested elementary school kid, when he could easily have a big breasted high school woman!

Anyway, she’s his sister!

And, yes, I know that last part should have come first, but like I said before. We are from West Virginia and things are relative here.

So one day, don’t ask me which, because I can’t remember, but it was snowing outside and I had also brought my brother along. He was actually, coming along more often, than not. Mostly, mom wanted me to bring him. I think she had some hope that he and Kimberliegh would eventually hook up and then she would be part of the Worthy family via in-lawship.

Chaise was also invited to come along because we were all in the same class, even though he was *almost* a year younger.

Younger than me, that is.

I was the second oldest in the class. The first was the boy who was held back like 4 times, and was already shaving. He was really scary. You have no idea.

Unluckily for me, I had the misfortune of being born in Nov. So when I was to go to kindergarten, for the first time, I was denied because I was only four. They didn’t care that I was only going to be four until that November, and then I would have turned five. Like all the other kindergartners. No. They didn’t care at all and I had to wait until the next year –five going on six– to go to school, which put me in the same grade as my little brother and a bunch of other kids younger than me. Chaise and I were usually in the same class too, because of our last name.

It was really unfair.

What was even more unfair was that Chaise really *was* part of the “A-crowd” and always had been.

And not just at Webster either.

Our whole life.

Unlike me.

Anyway, we were all playing in Kimberliegh’s play room when she got the bright idea to play “doctor.”

Now, I had no desire what-so-ever to play that game. I felt it was dumb. Pretending to get a bo-bo so you can get a pretend band-aid was sooooo Second Grade. But my brother, was little too eager to play. If you know what I mean. And the way he leered at my friend and acted all excited…

All I could do was roll my eyes.

I felt he was such a phoney baloney, because I knew that he didn’t like baby games any more than I did.

It wasn’t until, Kimberliegh announced that she was going to play the nurse, I was going to be the patient, and my brother was going to be doctor did he start looking a bit more nervous than enthusiastic.

All the same, we kept our opinions to our self, for we were under strict orders, from our mother, that on no uncertain terms were we to disagree with Kimberliegh or Worthington Worthy. We were to stay in good favor with them at all cost.

No.

Matter.

What.

So that was how I ended up laying on the couch, my school issued blouse hiked up under my chin and having to suffer the surprising, yet unnerving, pleasure of my brother “doctoring” my breast.

I will never forget that day. Just like I will never forget the first time he “doctored” me under my panties.

Nevertheless, It was on that day which started everything. Or maybe everything started the day I decided to accept Kimberliegh’s BFF friendship bracelet the first day I ever met her. Who the hell knows? All I know was that because Kimberliegh told me so, I was laying on my back, feeling totally…. weird, and unsure as I watched my brother stare at my underdeveloped body and give my newly budding breast such unwavering attention, I actually feared that they were going to combust into flames due to his intense, heated leer and mental concentration.

Oh! I also remember hoping and praying that he didn’t notice that my left breast was slightly bigger than the right.

For some odd reason they weren’t growing at the same speed. It was very embarrassing, which is pretty much the story of my life.

As I look back on it now, I’m not so ashamed of my not-so-twin mounds. I mean, at *least* I had breast. Unlike Kimberliegh. Who was flat-chested. But back then, *everything* about puberty was embarrassing and my uneven breast was one of the worst trials of my tribulated life.

My brother never seemed to notice though. Or didn’t care. Either way he never commented on them.

What?...oh. no that’s not my secret.

I am a West Virginian statistic!

No seriously, I’m proud of it. I love my brother dearly. I even got a shirt that say’s “It’s all Relative in West Virginia.”

Anyway, it felt too damn good to feel bad about it! I’m sure you can understand.

We started out as just playing doctor. First over the clothes, then under. Kimberliegh never played the doctor or the patient. Only the nurse. She never touched either, only instructed us on where and what to touch. I think she liked to watch. Which was fine with me, because I quickly realized that I liked to be the one being touched, and my brother liked touching.

We played that game for almost a month, though it stopped being about “playing doctor” soon after that second time. Later, it became…. a lesson in obedience, of sorts, for Chaise and for me as well. We had to obediently touch, fondle, pinch, rub, each other’s naked body or penetrate each other with our fingers until Kimberliegh told us to do something else.

I *loved* those games! Still do, actually.

I remember asking her once where she learned to do this stuff, because she gave some *awesome* instruction. Many of her techniques I use even to this day. She told me that she knew what to do and how to do it, *right*, because she and her boyfriend had been playing this game for *years.*

Now remember, we were only twelve at the time.

And she had been doing this for *years* with someone.

But I am getting off the subject again.

On my birthday that November, we forwent the customary “doctoring” and she brought out some movies.

Where she got them, I still don’t know. But I do know this, the ratings must have been XXX and one more X to be on the safe side. They were also movies of siblings having sex. Now I don’t know if they were “real” siblings, though they looked like it.

But then again, my brother and I don’t look alike but we know for a fact that we have both of the same parents. So who knows?

I was so wrapped up in this thought, and the movie itself. I almost missed her asking me if I had ever kissed him.

Kissed who?

Kissed Chaise?

As in Chaise Mi?

My brother?

Was she serious?

“Not because I wanted to.” I finally admitted after a minute or so. Because I *had* kissed him. When we were younger. It didn’t mean anything though. Purely innocent. And even though I had been where no sister was supposed to go…Kissing him…I mean *really* kissing him…that… would be… just…

*wrong.*

Wouldn’t it?

I mean it was one thing to jack him off and let him cum on my lopsided breast while he finger fucked me. But kissing?

Wouldn’t that be like…incest?

And that why I was surprised when she smiled and asked me if I was his girlfriend.

“He’s my brother.” I responded. Because...well he *was!*

“He’s cute.” She giggled encouragingly. Hopefully.

I had to admit, Chaise was cute. He did get the looks in the family. Not that I am ugly or anything, But my brother with his perfect features, dark, hair, tan skin, and light grey eyes looked like he was born to be an Abercrombie and Fitch model. So I replied with

“Why? Do you like him?” I was curious. She always did seem to watch him curiously. Especially, when he and I were together. Doing stuff together.

Kimberliegh shook her head no so hard I thought she was going to get whiplash. “I got a boyfriend!” She informed, then assured whole-heartedly. “And I’m going to marry him too!”

“Who is he?” I asked for about the nth time. She talked about this guy all the time and never gave a name. No matter how many times I asked. But right before she was about to answer, or not answer Worthington and my brother had entered, looking flushed faced and very guilty.

Well, my brother looked guilty. Worthington looked as normal as pie until he glanced at the television and what we were watching. I couldn’t help it. I followed his gaze to the massive screen, and there was a petite woman, who was playing a child lustfully moaning for her brother of fuck her harder. Worthington then redirected his gaze and gave his sister a smoldering look.

I honestly didn’t know which was hotter. The look he was giving his little sister or the fuck-fest on the screen. Kimberliegh returned his gaze with a coy, yet seductive gaze that would have made those professional porn stars proud.

And that was when I hit me!

“*Worthington’s* your boyfriend?!” I blurted out. Shocked and dumbfounded.

She broke her brother’s gaze and stared at me. She then gently raised her fist to her forehead and said “Duh!” In her best dopey voice.

I shifted my gaze toward her older brother. He was standing very still and there was a guarded look in his eyes. I knew him long enough to know that my opinion, of their relationship wouldn’t faze him. But I also knew that he would care if Kimberliegh was hurt. And *she* would care about my opinion.

I was not just her only *real* friend. But her *best* friend.

I looked back at her. “Why didn’t you just tell me?” I refused to hide my own hurt. She didn’t trust me. After all the things she’d seen my do with my *own* brother. She didn’t trust me.

She looked down at her lap and whispered solemnly and close to tears.. “I’m…I’m sorry. I just… didn’t want to loose your friendship.”

When a whimper escaped her doll shaped lips, Worthington was at her side in a flash. He gathered her into his lap and arms, as if attempting to shield her from my upcoming rejection.

I scooted closer to her, to the both of them, and grabbed her hand. She winced and hid her face against his chest. I then watched Worthington embrace her more securely against him, and kiss the top of her head lovingly. Protectively.

I really wasn’t sure what to say. Though I knew I couldn’t condemn them. I mean, really. I was pretty much in the same boat with *my* little brother. So, I said the first thing which popped out of my mouth.

“If I wasn’t your friend…. then how could I be your maid of honor when you two got married?”

I guess I said the right thing, because immediately, Worthington smiled at me as if I had just passed some great test, and Kimberliegh spun around to face me and gave me a bone crushing hug.

“I knew you and I would be BFF’s forever!” She cried out over and over again. And I cried too, because in truth, I never really had a friend before. Most people were my friend to be my brother’s friend. And he was only their friend so I would have a friend.

It was really very sad.

But now *I* had a real friend. A friend who liked me for me, and not because I was my brother’s sister.

So who cared if I wasn’t part of the “A-crowd.” They were posers anyway. Most of them don’t even speak to each other anymore. Unlike Kimberliegh and myself. We are still just as close as the day I figured out her secret.

And …Oh wow, we’re landing already?! Shit, let me get my bag…and…ahh do you think it’s too late to use the bathroom? I didn’t realize it, but I really got to go. So could up please.. scoot over so I can get out?

What?... you want to know what Worthington and my brother were doing? Oh..well, it’s not what you think. Though they *have* done that. It was so hot to watch, believe you me! Anyway. It was my birthday and Worthington was giving my brother some pointers on how to get me in the sack. You see, apparently Chaise had had a crush on me for years. Hell, if I knew. I mean, he did always seem to find someway to hang out with me. I thought it was because he liked my friends. And the whole time it was for me.

It’s really sweet. If you think about it.

Anywhoo. Before my birthday, we had done a lot of things but…we never went all the way. He wanted to though, and had wanted it for a long time. Oh! And he had already known about the Worthy relationship. The A-crowd kids told him. They thought he would be disgusted, but it had the exact opposite effect. Seeing how he too, was in love with his sister. Anyway, he went to Worthington for help, and the older teen decided to get involved and decided to teach my brother everything he knew about making love. Anyway, Kimberliegh was in on it too. Her job was to use the movie to get me in the mood and in the mind frame that incest was best, so that when I saw Chaise, I would be ready for some loving.

Did it work, you ask?...Well sort of.

After I found out about Kimberliegh and her brother, she talked Worthington into *demonstrating* those lessons. And that boy is an exhibitionist if I ever saw one. Kimberliegh too. So between the porn fuck-fest, and watching the Worthy siblings make love.. and yes that was when I saw Worthington’s cock… Well, one of the many times. my brother and I figured out what we were doing pretty quickly.

It was a really great birthday.

Now… may I get past.. I really need to go before I have and accident.

What?.... What happened with everyone?... And what happened when I was 14? Wow, you really were listening.

Well, when I was 14, my mother caught Chaise and I having sex. Well, not really sex. I was sucking him off in the living room and we didn’t know that she had come home early from work. And trust me, that is not a situation I ever want to experience again….What happened? She kicked us out. Not because of what happened, but because we wouldn’t give each other up.


I don’t blame my mom though. She can’t help the way she feels. She’s not a West Virginian. She’s originally from Alabama. I think it is part of their state motto not to be tolerant of anything. She said she still loved us though. She just can’t condone the relationship.

But it worked out for the best. The Worthy’s, who were never home anyway said that we could live in their Palace, since Chaise and I were real close friends with their children. And since Worthington was away at college, Kimberliegh would enjoy having company.

Which was true.

My parents divorced a few years later. Not because of us. My dad cheated on my mom and caught and STD which made him impotent. He’s still with the girl, but now he has to rely on the “penis pill” to get it up. Mom actually, got remarried too. To someone who was never part of the A-crowd. But the geek squad. But now, he is like the uber rich business mogul and now mom’s living the jet-set life and living her dream.

I’m even happier that she paid for my and my brother’s way through college, and even though she can’t accept our love, because we *are* still together, she still gives us a massive allowance with her new husband’s money. And he’s a nice guy too. He’s a geek, but nice all the same.

Now may I please…What? Oh… did I forget them? Sorry… Kimberliegh and Worthington Worthy…. Well, they got married after he finished college. Not a legal one, mind you. You know… the kind gay people had before it got legalized. You know… A ceremony with close friends and a promise which is just as true as any legal document.

It was very beautiful.

Now…It’s been real nice talking to you…but… may I please…go to the bathroom now? I don’t think I can hold it much longer. Thank you.

What?... Yes, I’m sure my relationship with my brother isn’t my secret…. What was my secret then.?

Sigh… I am really embarrassed to admit this.

It’s stupid really.

But I promised that I’d tell you. And a promise, is a promise, is a promise.

So here it goes…

I got on the wrong plane.

Yes, I’m serious!. … No, I don’t know how it happened either. Yeah! You would think that the ticket checker would have caught this!… So…in truth it’s not really my fault. Right?

I mean really, Idaho, Ohio.. Who knew they weren’t the same place?.... No, I’ll be alright. Chaise is on his way in Kimberliegh’s and Worthington’s private jet….No, really I’ll be fine. Thanks for the offer though. Anyway… I really enjoyed talking to you. So all’s not bad…. What?.... Well, thank you!...I think you are very nice too….But…Now if you don’t mind… I really *do* have to go… to the …you know…

Thanks.


The end.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A.N. I totally got that the title from a real shirt sold by Abercrombie and Fitch.
Anyway I hoped you liked it. Not bad for my first original eh?

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