" She'll be pretty," Mom said, glancing at me and smiling. "She'll look just like you." Except I'm going to make her blonde," I thought aloud. Mom had... black hair, so I did as well, and she refused to let me color it for some reason."That's up to you," she agreed, but the tone of her voice suggested otherwise."How come you don't like blondes?" There's too many of them, for one thing," she said. "I'd rather be myself, you know?" I guess," I sighed, but that didn't explain why I couldn't be a. Magazines with pictures of women…" I said, squirming in my seat now. It was getting awfully warm in that apartment!"I see. And what were these women doing in the pictures?" she asked. She was teasing me now, smiling at my discomfort and trying to get me to talk about sex with her."Well most of the girls were just posing," I said."Most of the girls? What about the others?" she pressed."Well, one girl was with a man, and… " Oh yeah? And what, Jimmy? Come on, tell me more. " Well, the man was. He said that’s where I get my red hair. And my temper,” I laughed.“And the blue eyes?” Oops! I usually wear green contacts with this wig but I didn’t bring those with me.“My mother is as Swedish as they come,” I said. “She’s tall and blonde and blue-eyed. I don’t know why I couldn’t have gotten her hair as well as her eyes.”“You’d look good as a blonde,” he said. “You should try it. They say blondes have more fun.”“Oh, hair color never stopped me from having fun,” I said. “What do you do in. I am sure I was blushing beet red; he said I wasn't doing it right, them islets should just be barely touching his thumb. He said, "Look, your lips should be this far open, barely touching my thumb," and started to push his thumb back and forth in my mouth. I didn't know what to think; there I was on the side of the road with a man holding my head, and making me suck his thumb.Then he held the bottle up to my nose and told me to take the deepest sniff I could, one in each nostril. I did, and.