Home Sweet Home

virgin territory

"Your mother is Ethel Sueann Parsons."

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The words echoed over and over again i my brain.

Old Lady parsons was my mother.

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But she was so old.

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"That makes you my son," Calvin chirped, excitedly, as he appeared in the common room again.

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Harold started laughing.

"How the hell do you figure that? You never had sex with my sister."

He stood up, pounding his right fist in his left hand.

"Did you?"

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"No. But. I did kiss her."

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Harold was laughing hysterically.

"You can't get someone pregnant with a kiss."

He turned to Betty, leaned down and whispered, "Can you?"

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She shook her head.

"I really don't think so, Harold."

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Harold laughed aloud and turned back to Calvin.

"I told you so. Virgin."

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Calvin started cleaning his glasses.

"well ... well ... well ... YOU are a virgin too."

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"Am not," Harold snapped, slumping back on the couch.

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"Ha," Calvin snickered.

"Playing with yourself don't count."

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"Does to."

He turned to Betty again.

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She put up her hands.

"I am staying out of this one."

She stood up and looked at me.

"This is all yours Krall."

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"What?"

I glared at Harold.

"No. Jerking off doesn't count or I would be the biggest stud alive."

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'Shit. Did I say that aloud?'

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Betty giggled.

She had the cutest giggle.

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But,

'did I say that aloud?'

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"You're a virgin too," Harold laughed.

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"Am not."

I jumped up, staring at Betty.

"I have had lots of women."

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