Chapter 6Dear Bump, Dad sent us a check.
It must have been a lot of money because Aunt Frannie tucked it away in her shirt and had a big glass of Dad’s whiskey. “Oh boy,” she gasped, “we’re gonna be having a nice Christmas.”
She promised we’d get a VRC and a new snow suit for me.
Also, I think I’m turning into a pervert.
My p***s hurts.
I’ve been rubbing it at night before I fall asleep. And I’ve ruined it because it keeps leaking. Except, when it squirts, it feels so good that I can’t stop doing it again. I can’t sleep if I don’t make it squirt.
It all started when I slept over at Boone’s. That was two days ago. After we got our first snow. It was the day after his birthday. November 13th.
He turned thirteen, so it’s his lucky year.
“If you sleep over there,” Aunt Frannie warned,
