“She seemed nice!”
Franky kept staring. I didn’t think I would get any more guff about screwing the ‘tarts’ that came into the store anymore. Indian sex I want to fuck her.”
“It’s always about sex with you,” he said. Especially after the bars closed. “A weird dude who watched my girlfriend suck and fuck you,” I said. He was my best friend, no matter how judgmental he was towards my randy escapades. Franky nodded. “Imma go finish mopping,” he said. My attitude towards sex seemed to confuse him. You’re not that naive, are you? “We grow up thinking it’s okay for guys to get as much pussy as we want because we’re thought of as a lady’s man, as macho,” I said. “Just because they ‘give’ you pussy, doesn’t mean you’re taking away a ‘fuck’ that they could’ve given to someone else.”
“All I gotta say is that you’re one weird dude,” he said.
