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Chapter 40. Sorry about this one - it's too short. I
got better, promise!
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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 040
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples and their
families through the period immediately preceding their Senior Prom.
Keywords: nosex
Keywords for full story: F-solo, Ff-inc, M+F Ffm MF mf oral anal bd D/s Mg-
inc Fm-inc mm mmf rom MF-reluc
Chapter 40
Thursday night: McCormick's
Big Al looked up as Bobby dragged himself through the door. "Well,
look what the cat dragged in. From the way you're moving and the grin on
your face, I'd say there's not a drop of sperm in your whole body! Lookie
here - I'm not paying for abortions and such! You and this nympho you're
dating had better be taking care of business!"
"It's handled, Pop," Bobby replied. "How is everything?"
"Fine. I didn't hold supper. Your brother is fed, and you'll find
yours in the microwave. Your big brother Mike and I are on call with the
towtruck."
Bobby looked in the microwave. 'Lasagna. Again. Well, Pop isn't
much of a cook,' Bobby thought to himself. He set the timer and kicked it
off. At this point, he just needed to eat. He probably wouldn't taste it,
anyway.
Big Al rumbled, "You gonna take this spitfire to the Prom?"
"Yeah."
"Gonna need money?"
"Wouldn't hurt."
"Tell her to leave you some energy. I got some chores I need done!"
Big Al grinned, and Bobby rolled his eyes. "How much, you figure?"
"To do it right - flowers, my chunk of the room we organized for
after, crap like that - about a hundred and a half." Bobby winced as Big Al
did. "It's a one-time thing, though..."
"Yeah," Big Al allowed, "Big night. Okay, but you're gonna owe me a
couple of serious chores! What's this about a room? You ain't makin' HER
pay for part of it, are ya?"
"No, Pop. Me and a buddy got a deal on a suite at a nice hotel;
we're splittin' it."
"Awright. Get outta my face!" Big Al grinned. Bobby collected his
lasagna and wandered off, whistling.
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