JOURNEY BY BICYCLE
She stroked my cheek with her fingers, put the sweet, tasty cotton candy in my hand, smiled, and talked a little with my mother... The sweet cotton candy did not reduce the magic of that moment... Big black n*****s winked from her transparent white bra... My body replied... Unfortunately, it was still too early for an erection... I felt the remainder with the palm of my hand, rubbed it thoroughly when I got home, and washed myself with soap, but nothing came out... I plucked my skin with a towel... Bloody blisters... Mom got worried:
“Who hit you?”
“No one... It scraped against a branch while I was eating mulberries, mom...”
Auntie Lia was there during the earthquake, the rallies, the bread with ration coupons, the warm hot water bottles, the heater, the watching of
