On the third Monday in June I took Jamie to the North Woods for fucking. I had planned the whole shooting match, relying mainly on instinct and wishful thinking because I had no experience to guide me. Our little safari would begin with a double malted and end with a double debut, my debut and Jamie’s. Debuts are always ticklish propositions, however, and mm'e degenerated m'to a three-pronged upside-down circus. No one ever had a more fucked-up, cum-soaked comm’g out party. Nothing turned out as expected. They predicted cloudy and cooler with showers, yet that afternoon was steamy hot with unrelenting tropical sunshine. The intimate get-together became ,a come-one-cum-all crowd scene. The bad guy emerged as the good guy. The good guy couldn’t have been badder. I won my spurs as a cocksucker, and I lost Jamie’s friendship.
Unlike the average naive unplucked chicken, I didn’t do things impulsively. The North Woods excursion wasn’t a spur of the moment jaunt