Our Beloved Tent

When we awoke at Brian’s, he was in a bad place. Ahhhh! Too bad!

“I’m going out of town. Here’s my tent. You can stay (play) in the backyard.”
“Can you leave us your key so we can use the bathroom?”
“No!”

I got the picture. If he left us the key, then we would go inside and use his bed to fornicate on like normal folks. But, we weren’t normal. Rena and were too beautiful for words, so we would be set out in the yard to hump one another like dogs. The idea that he would come home from his fake trip and see our afterglow lingering in his bed – was too much for this dick-head, who had already began a long affair with – my mother! They were secretly doing each other behind my back.

When I went and saw Ma Jaya, and after she came…