Boobs in the Wood Page #2

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- That was our song.

- What's wrong with you?

- You didn't f***, did you?

- No. What do I look like?

- I'm just saying...

- Nothing happened. Leave it at that.

- Let's go before she whops my ass.

- I ain't going to that place.

What do you mean?

I paid $100 for this tux!

- I'll go and get some coffee.

- And get some Listerine, too.

Listen. Get the f*** out of here,

because I'm trying to get into that.

Did you see her booty?

I'm going to make her booty giggle.

- What is wrong with you?

- You wanted to squeeze it.

You're getting married. Don't be a punk.

- You're a punk.

- I will whop your mud-bone ass.

You're f***ing up big time, man.

Damn, Mike.

I know I'm f***ing up.

I love Lisa, but I don't know, man.

I just don't know.

What don't you know?

You thought of all that p*ssy

you'd be giving up and you punked out.

- That's what it is, Mike.

- Somebody always has to punk out.

I'm sorry to break up your

all-boys meeting, but this is my house.

You need to drink this.

No, hold it. God...

- I'm sorry.

- This sh*t is cold.

- We've got to go.

- My head is spinning.

- I've got to chill here.

- Not here. Grab your sh*t and let's go.

Let's go, baby.

- Where are you going with my pot?

- I'll bring it back.

I found myself in the damnedest

situations with Roland and Slim.

My first school day was no different.

Peep this thing.

Look at that booty.

- I bet it's soft.

- I'd love to grab that ass.

Before sex, there was grabbing booty.

For a 14-year-old, that was the best.

It was like a game. You run up

and grab a girl's booty, and run.

- I dare you to grab her booty.

- I'll do it.

I know, but I'm asking Mike.

I know you want to do it.

I will give you one dollar.

No, not you.

- You touch her booty, you get a buck.

- But you've got to do it right now.

Okay, it's a bet.

Do it before lunch is over,

or the bet's off.

Okay, man.

I was ready and determined.

For a dollar, it was worth the risk.

And the booty was looking good.

Sh*t!

Did you see him get hit in his face?

- Damn, she clocked your ass.

- Give me my dollar.

You do not know me. Don't ever

put your stinking hands on me again.

And I will tell my brother.

I so wanted to fit in, I never wondered

why they didn't want to grab her butt.

- Her brother?

- Remember the Bloods and the Crips?

- Yeah.

- Well, that n*gger's a Blood.

When he picks me up, he'll kick

your ass. Bet on that, punk.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- I didn't think she'd get that mad.

- I guess she just tripped.

- You're all in this with me.

You're tripping. You better run

out of here when school is over.

Any other day,

time drags during the last period.

But time was on crack today.

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