I remember a time, in the mid-summer....when my brother, Wayne, and his sexually suspicious friend, Casey, would sit at the table in the backyard. There, they would smoke pot and bully me. They would also look at each other for long instances..and glance off awkwardly. Wayne...and his bad intentions. By the end of summer, I was used to them bothering me to no end, my tormentors. That was older brothers for you. I was once forced to bare body parts to the elderly woman down the block...in hopes to score the two high birds some food. I got them food....but unfortunately.....it didn\'t end there, a couple times. Instead, I found myself tracing the wrinkles on Ms. Woodard\'s wanting body, and ejaculating on the breasts of a woman three times my senior. And now that it had happened, I felt as confused as ever....but I kinda miss it in a way.
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