They're just about calling me V. C. Andrews with a prick, for God's sake. Mike, when I was in third grade, Patty Banning used to call me a boogerhooker. But I wasn't. She was still holding my dick and now gave it a formidable squeeze that hurt a little and felt absolutely wonderful at the same time. That crazy old trouser mouse never really cared what it got in those days, as long as there was a lot of it.
Happiness is everything.
It was what she knew, anyway. There's a penis between us. Thank God she was a Maugham fan. The Beaumonts had a summer place in Castle Rock back in those days, not even fifty miles south of our place on Dark Score Lake. Thad's dead now.