This gem comes to us from XX in NorCal.
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So,
I was a freshman in high school and I was on the swim team. My teammate, Lisa, wanted to take me to a swim
meet in Modesto. She was a senior. My mom thought she would be a good role model
and safe to go with, so she let me go. My mother had no idea that before
school, Lisa and I would go for a run, then get cream soda Slurpee's and fill
them with vodka before French class.
Now
with my super wholesome swim team buddy (she didn't even wear make up), my
mother never suspected a thing. Off we went. We never made it to the swim meet, but we met
a friend of hers named Mark. We sat
around by some swimming pool, drinking Kahlúa and cream, when he presented
mushrooms and cocaine. I passed on the shrooms because they smelled like
Poo, but decided to take my first little sniff of blow. I didn't think it
worked, it might have been fake, (BTW, it was the 80's).
But
I decided he was hot, and we ended up making out. He went down on me, but
I stopped him right there because I didn't want him to think I was a slut.
We exchanged addresses and that was it (again, it was the 80’s). Went home and told my mom how we kicked ass at
the swim meet.
A
couple days later, I received a letter from Mark with some artwork… who knew he
was an artist! As I'm reading the letter,
all twitterpated and excited in my bedroom, I came upon a drawing of him
eating me out, with "memories of you!" written under it. Just
at that moment my stepfather walked in and demanded to see what I had thrown
under the bed.
"Ummmmmm,
nothing...”
"Let
me see it" he said.
He
then showed my mom. I was grounded for
life, and never got to see Lisa again. And my mom called me a slut.
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