Honestly, I don't know why I continued to play the wrestling games when I knew I would lose every time. I guess I subconsciously knew it made Trevor ...feel powerful and manly to beat me down. Strangely enough, I kind of enjoyed him knocking me all around. Trevor would always taunt me, telling me how I was going to lose as he armed his pillow. It was something we both accepted. Majority of the fourth grade, we both spent most weekends and evenings after school becoming manly. Whatever we. . Sex?" he guessed."Yeah, I was in her bed last night, and she'd given me a blow job, and I came in her mouth. Then she asked me—if I wanted to fuck her or not?" I said."Do you?" Probably, but our bedrooms don't have locks on them, and our parents constantly come in unannounced. I couldn't risk it, John—I love her too much."We talked to each other a little longer, and we'd missed a whole class period talking about our sisters and what they mean to us. He also gave me an idea.I caught up with. It was kind of funny thinking of her as sex mad. And my mind recalled what she looked like at the beach, a real killer. She wore a series of absolutely the smallest suits this side of Sports Illustrated.A guy had sent me a pirated beach picture from her cellphone. I had used it several times - what an ass, and she had made a selfie for somebody when she was younger, maybe her brother, and that got around. She matured early. And the rumor was that she and her brother did it regularly.Just. I started feeling better, this wasn't going to be so hard. I was looking at the used cars as I passed. Some were pretty nice. I was wondering if I could use my car for a down payment on a cute little Porsche Speedster convertable. It had a price of only $19,900 painted on the windshield with white paint and balloons floating above it. It was a short and sexy piece of machinery. Just like me I thought, smiling.I called Henry and left a message on his phone when he didn't answer, letting him know.