I pointed at my pants, and Henry's eyes followed; naturally, there was no wet spot visible, even with supersight. Instead, all of it was in my orange boxer shorts, making me feel sticky and gross.
Every time he meets a girl, he will ask himself if it were her with whom I have seen him.
Every time he sleeps with her, he will ask himself if I am watching him from the past. AHAHAHAHA, go to hell.
The glove was gone, and I stood up and took a few steps towards the surrounding forest.
"Kenny." The voice behind me spoke. He was still crouched down and had only turned his head.
"Not now." I walked behind a thick tree where I conjured up a tissue. When I opened my zipper and wiped myself without taking off my pants, I swore that if he was the sole one to fuck around while I still rotted in prison, then I would really kill him.
Nonono, I will become a chief; every girl loves chiefs. I'm gonna be fine.