I slept amazingly well, considering my mind was in turmoil and I was mortified I’d regressed into becoming an early teenage geyser the moment my fully clothed d**k had met another one. Fortunately, although I’d gotten back around ten, I hadn’t run into my mother or Raymond or even his daughter Rita.
Mother was at my door bright and early at seven thirty. At first, I’d thought it was Manny knocking and ran to let him in.
“Well! Someone’s up at the crack of dawn.” My mother walked in and then stopped to survey me. “Looks like you’re about to go out.”
“Yup, I am. Did you need something?”
She was poking around like she was searching for hidden treasure. A guy cowering in a corner? The remains of an orgy? What could she possibly be looking for? As if anything I had in my space was her busin
