Secret Clubhouse
My brother knocked once, then twice, and finally one more time. A boy opened up the door, and saw me. “No way,” he pointed, “No girls.” “Go away,” my brother shoed me off, so I went to the playground, and got the girls. “Come on, girls.” I waved them over. “What’s going on?” They stopped what they’re doing, and ran up. “If you want to see where the boys go to play with themselves,” I lowered my voice, because there were other boys, and little kids around, “Follow me.” I told them what happened on the way. Like it’s some big secret, when I saw my brother grab the nudie mags from mom, and dad’s room. He took them out to the woods, so I followed him. There, he found a cement box. I don’t …