Naughty Jogger II
I met this bizarre little girl on the way home, and she said some things. Disturbing things that made me ask questions… I didn’t know who to ask, but then I got home, and my son Paul was on his phone. “Paul, uh!” I shook my head, “Can I ask you something?” “Yeah, mom. In a minute?” He finished his text message, and followed me out to the back porch, where I was smoking. “What’s wrong?” Nervously flicking the butt, so no ash had a chance to build up on the tip. He picked up on my mood, just from that. “Well, I met this, bizarre little girl on the way home, and.” I shook my head. “I don’t know how to put this, but she said that she wanted to be raped. I thought …