Drain-O: A Short Story

She slowly undid the towel and removed it from his waist watching as his penis flopped free. She patted his left ass cheek and gave him a kiss, “I know you’ll be fine.”

“It’s okay Emily, because it rained so much the basement got water in it and so your toys got wet.” My mom said, trying to calm me down.

“Well, I’m sure your mom would explain if…” he trailed off, looking toward my house.

“But, wait!” My mom exclaimed “I actually came to go get you, there is something that we have to tell you before it’s too late. I hope you’re not too sick for

“Yeah boo hoo it’s not like my mom is gonna do anything about it,” she said.

“ what will happen to my mom?” My eyes are wider than they have ever been. But i’m not sure if i’m that surprised. I felt this coming I think.

Mom explodes, “Don’t you dare just say what! Where have you been? What were you

This job has changed dramatically since Johnnie left. Here's just SOME of what I have to deal with, in no particular order:

Bewildered, Mavium looked himself over. Smiling big, he jostled his erection. "This?" He pulled down the front of his pants exposing himself.

“Yes, y/n?” He asked innocently. You held up a pair of bright pink panties that definitely weren't supposed to be that color.

“I got some super-tight jeans. I just though she might want to check them out.” He stretched and so did his jeans.

You slowly ate your meal, trying not to show sign you're worries or your mother effort wasn't worth it. "The food great mother, its just that...I'm wondering why you have to go all your way taking fertility pills, you know that's not safe!"

"It was a diaper." Turning to her, I grinned. "With nasty clumps of shit, so I think I'm ahead in the gross competition."

Accusing eyes stared down at me, like a human observing a bug with a magnifying glass. My stomach twisted and reeled inside me. There sat the perpetrator, smirking as if they had told a funny joke. I trusted them with my secret, and they had betrayed me. “Enough!” yelled the teached and disciplinary action was taken. However, the damage had been done. All of it ended with an empty, forced apology that I accepted.

This narrative is an authentic retelling of an experience I had about six years ago when my friend and I ventured out into the bush in the outskirts of Mudgee to an Aboriginal landmark in the area called “The Drip”. An ancient sandstone escarpment. beside the Goulburn river with handprints throughout, tourists only have easy access to the gorge one side.