One time, after dinner at his parents’, he took me ’round back. Ripped my dress open and held his hand over my mouth while he slid inside me beneath the stars. I could hear his mother on the other side of the kitchen window, droning on and on about how she couldn’t wait for him to get sick of me.” She checks her fingernails. “Seems he never did get sick of me. Must’ve been all those backflips I did on his cock.
