She “tortured” him at morning and afternoon recess for the next two weeks, and when he left school on Friday afternoon after the last bell, she was waiting for him in the schoolyard.“Hello,” she said, socking him in the arm.“Hi,” he said.“Why don’t you invite me over for supper this weekend?” she said.“Supper?”“Yes. I’m your girlfriend, yeah? So you should have me around to your place to meet your parents. Next weekend you can come around my place and meet my dad.”“I can’t,” he said.“You can’t.”“No.”“Why not?”“It’s a secret,” he said.“Oooh, a secret,” she said. “What kind of secret?”“A family secret. We don’t have people over for dinner. That’s the way it is.”“A secret! They’re all child molesters?”He shook his head.“Horribly deformed?”He shook his head.“What, then? Give us a hint?”“It’s a secret.”She grabbed his ear and twisted it. Gently at first, then harder. “A secret?” she said.“Yes,” he gasped. “It’s a secret, and I can’t tell you. You’re hurting me.”“I should hope so,” she said. “And it will go very hard for you indeed if you don’t tell me what I want to know.”He grabbed her wrist and dug his strong fingers into the thin tendons on their insides, twisting his fingertips for maximal effect. Abruptly, she released his ear and clenched her wrist hard, sticking it between her thighs.“Owwww! That bloody hurt, you bastard. What did you do that for?”“My secrets,” Alan said, “are secret.”She held her wrist up and examined it. “Heaven help you if you’ve left a bruise, Alvin,” she said. “I’ll kill you.” She turned her wrist from side to side. “All right,” she said. “All right. Kiss it better, and you can come to my place for supper on Saturday at six p.m..” She shoved her arm into his face and he kissed the soft skin on the inside of her wrist, putting a little tongue in it.She giggled and punched him in the arm. “Saturday, then!” she called as she ran off.
She “tortured” him at morning and afternoon recess for the next two weeks, and when he left school on Friday afternoon after the last bell, she was waiting for him in the schoolyard.
“Hello,” she said, socking him in the arm.
“Hi,” he said.
“Why don’t you invite me over for supper this weekend?” she said.
“Supper?”
“Yes. I’m your girlfriend, yeah? So you should have me around to your place to meet your parents. Next weekend you can come around my place and meet my dad.”
“I can’t,” he said.
“You can’t.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“It’s a secret,” he said.
“Oooh, a secret,” she said. “What kind of secret?”
“A family secret. We don’t have people over for dinner. That’s the way it is.”
“A secret! They’re all child molesters?”
He shook his head.
“Horribly deformed?”
He shook his head.
“What, then? Give us a hint?”
“It’s a secret.”
She grabbed his ear and twisted it. Gently at first, then harder. “A secret?” she said.
“Yes,” he gasped. “It’s a secret, and I can’t tell you. You’re hurting me.”
“I should hope so,” she said. “And it will go very hard for you indeed if you don’t tell me what I want to know.”
He grabbed her wrist and dug his strong fingers into the thin tendons on their insides, twisting his fingertips for maximal effect. Abruptly, she released his ear and clenched her wrist hard, sticking it between her thighs.
“Owwww! That bloody hurt, you bastard. What did you do that for?”
“My secrets,” Alan said, “are secret.”
She held her wrist up and examined it. “Heaven help you if you’ve left a bruise, Alvin,” she said. “I’ll kill you.” She turned her wrist from side to side. “All right,” she said. “All right. Kiss it better, and you can come to my place for supper on Saturday at six p.m..” She shoved her arm into his face and he kissed the soft skin on the inside of her wrist, putting a little tongue in it.
She giggled and punched him in the arm. “Saturday, then!” she called as she ran off.