she wasnt keen on beehive hairdos
Would you please, please, please stop, Mom.
What? upset
with her You’ll look beautiful, you look amazing with
your hair up.
she was a fieryredhead her curls capillaries nearbursting with oxygenatedblood
No.
she
didnt tell her mother that looking in the vanitys mirror as she piled her hair
up what she saw was it invertinginverted looking like an Atomic blast
Atomic cloud spiraling up and up and upher brains blowing out the top of her
head her hair tossedup trying to catch its coils cells but since they were atomised all her hair-net did was sift
sift sift like earlier when she sifted flour for the
cake her Mom was making for her to take to a friends unchaperoned birthday
party late that afternoonshe
was old enough they
would liberate her girlfriends parents liquor cabinet and get mildly drunk talk
about boys and who had done what had gone how faaaar
shed admit giving a handjob
not
the blowjob she didnt gag it wasnt tasty
it wasnt untasty
in return he fingered her
inept roughly bruised not bleeding
wouldnt let him come near her againhad no
idea she had a clit Think asshole.
Like a little dick
hers
was a little more pronounced than her girlfriends
they called her lucky
it
stuck
she was Lucky Lucy
Thank God not
Lucky Lucille her
given name
Why not Lucinda, Mom? Lucky
Lucinda
she liked that musical wasnt staccato stammered
Luc ky Lu cy
Honey.
It never occurred to us.
My
sister.
Besides.
You didn’t look like a Lucinda.
But a Lucy. Like my aunt.
Yes.
she was going to get bombed at the party
come home
play oohlala
with her slightlylarger
clit imagining a guy with a more-than-slightlylarger cock than bruiser
0950, Wednesday,
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Dylan Leopard-Skin Pill-Box Hat https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lOCYQtrm19s
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