Better
“How do you feel?”
“I dunno. Different. Like a man.”
“Shouldn’t we, like, smoke a cigarette or something?”
“Is that what you’re supposed to do?”
“Yeah, I think so. That’s what my sister says.”
“Yeah, and you’re supposed to have a towel or something, to wipe off the sweat.”
A slight pause.
“Do you need a towel?”
“No. Do you?”
“Nah.”
“So....now what do we do?”
“Umm...I dunno. Let me take this thing off.”
A slight rustling noise and a padding of
feet as Taylor walked over to the trash can. Then
squeaking noises as he got back into bed.
“So was I good? It was my first time.”
“Yeah.I thought you were.”
“You were great too.” *kiss*
“You know what Taylor?”
“Hmmm?”
“Isaac was better.”
