Stronger Where it Counts
“Hell, never? You kidding me? Hell, boy, we gotta pop that cherry of yours!”
It’s not as bad as it sounds. Rufus T. Earle III isn’t actually threatening to relieve me of my virginity, therefore I don’t have to throw myself off the nearest skyscraper which, this being Hicksville, Alabama, isn’t actually all that near. And anyhow, I managed to lose my virginity some dozen years ago. I’m not that bad looking. Well, I didn’t use to be, anyway. You know how some guys grow into their looks? I kind of grew out of mine, unfortunately. No, Rufus T. just wants to take me to a strip joint. One with girls, in case you were wondering if this is one of those progressive small towns that caters to guys like me.
I know what you’re thinking. I should just tell him I don’t swing
