Amy Tale/s – Friday Lights, Saturday Sights
Jim says, if I go to hell for fucking this teenager, I hope I keep this memory. I lick Zoey’s asshole, and wished I had a longer tongue. Me, Zoey, and Miranda enter Jim’s and I want us to shower. I walk to the back utility room and turn the lights on and look at Harold’s window, and their light is on. I see Harold, and I undress, and he watches me. I call for Zoey, and she says, whose house is this? I said, later, and I undress Zoey and spread a towel on the washing machine, and she jumps up on it. Zoey says, I have been sweating, and I am probably nasty. I push her bent knees flat on the washing machine and cannot believe how limber she is to do that. …