BILL CADY Word Count: 149,227 - At My Friend's Place

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 137
Something else I considered major in my life was connected to the Catholic
Church. At least, the dissolution was, if nothing else.
As is customary for almost every young man, straight or gay, I fell in love. We
get all those hormones moving, testosterone running amok in our bodies, and it happens.
There‟s soon one special girl. It can be almost rote from then on.
It‟s worse when you have a Catholic mindset. I was never able to totally ditch
mine. After all, they pounded it into me during all my formative years. It gets ingrained
after a while. Boy meets girl. Boy likes girl. Boy wants girl. Maybe even to the point
boy doesn‟t really like girl, but fools the hell out of himself because she‟s VE, (Vaginally
Equipped). That‟s extremely important to boy.
It can stop there. The guy‟s already in deep shit, but it usually goes a bit farther.
Girl likes boy, too. Girl has ideas about wanting boy her way, but has to hear all
that whining from boy. In every case, it‟s because boy doesn‟t like one big thing about
girl‟s legs.
They aren‟t spread for him.
Girl eventually accedes to boy‟s wishes and a fluid swap occurs.
Boy really likes girl now. They‟re together all the time, swapping fluids as much
as he wants. She knows, without doing that, her long range plans ain‟t gonna happen.
If boy is Catholic, he‟s been trained in advance to know what a dirty, lowlife
bastard he is for what he‟s doing to girl. Screw her once or twice and leave the scene,
that‟s bad. Not too bad, just bad. Screw her on a regular basis, where all God‟s children
know it‟s happening … but she doesn‟t have a plain gold band on her finger … and you
know what you‟ve done.
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