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New Neighborhood Cougar On The Prowl For Young Meat
It’s the summer before high school. I have sworn off girls. Destiny, my Ledbetter Love, moves to South Carolina before the school year ends. I’m guessing to be closer to her first-class private asshole.
I’m sure he’s a nice guy, but please allow me to vent. I found out that she had a secret older boyfriend. The nigga was in the military, for God’s sake.
I’m a 14-year-old 6 foot 3 hoops star. The hope of Small Town Friendly to bring home a State basketball title.
Unlike most of the children at the New Hampshire Street Apartments, I couldn’t play all day because of lawn mowing duties. I usually waited until around noon, the hottest part of the day, to begin.
Please allow me to be frank. I had an ulterior motive, a hidden agenda about why I began mowing around noon. It was when the mail came.
Although I had sworn off girls, women were an entirely different species. There is a new renter and when she walked out of her apartment to go check her mailbox; the closing of her screen door was like a dog whistle.
All the neighborhood boys would stop what they were doing. All my dawgs and actual dogs would freeze to watch her walk up the street to the complex’s mailboxes. Even the house geeks somehow knew to be standing at their door.
