The ridiculousness of the situation, I think, is what bothers me so. We were in the back seat of her parent’s car, their white station wagon, driving me home, having a conversation that occasionally needed a grunted response from Jessica or me. How strained did we sound, trying to make ourselves sound like we were [...]
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I wish Jessica and I had done something more back there. I wish I had gotten away with something I could be proud of now. At an older age, with more experience to remove the awkwardness, I would hope for a blow job. (The spell-checker recognizes blow job. What kind of a world do we [...]
