Every time I’ve blown him or fucked him since, I’ve made the idiot take me down to the post office and re-mail the letter. We can have fun the next two days. When that happened, I knew the asshole was sincere. When we got home, I took Henry to my room and showed him my wardrobe. I want to try something new. I don’t know. “Henry, think of something besides sex, ok?”
“Remember when our moms dressed us up when we got suspended? But, you’re right, it would be more fun if you did it a bunch of times, and changed outfits every time, while we have the chance. I keep the damned cheerleader costume over there. I think mine was bigger, but I wasn’t going to suck mine. We can have fun the next two days. It’ll be fun.” He smirked again and raised his eyebrows up and down. Mom had to go down to Washington to NASA headquarters, so I ended up at loose ends staying home.