“Yeah she’s awesome.”
“By the way, where do you live?” she asked. I snapped back to reality and stopped stroking my manhood which was really longing to squirt some semen but I quickly got changed and exited. No, she said she would make sure we died a more honorable death like pop, movie, and music overdose. As we drove back towards northern Minneapolis and through downtown, Aunt Jennifer assured us that we would have a great time and we would absolutely NOT sit around playing checkers, drinking tea, taking naps, and have preschool stories read to us till we die of brain damage. She had bright blonde hair that flowed down below her shoulders and a sturdy “mature” kind of look. “Is it that you don’t like Sprite? She was about the same height as me but maybe a little taller.
