She talked frankly with me about life and only ever gave me a wink and a nod because of my proclivities that included boys and girls and, on occasion, both at the same time. Rhett was 5 feet tall, slender build. Sometimes he shaved. She threw her bag at me and said, “Get the lube, I want to start by having you deflower me.”
“Deflower you?” I asked. As she swung at me I let the belt hit me, grabbed it, yanked it from her hands, reached up, grabbed her by the neck and threw her on the bed. He saw… all of it and gave a copy to Mom. This was a brand-new sensation for me. “Rhett, that isn’t a good idea, bud.” I said. Rhett screamed,
“You’re killing me, Mother! They’re both on the personnel committee at Church…”
I considered my options silently, then turned and punched Joy in the face one more time and made sure she was out for a while.
