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Casey
That inability to walk without remembering Ricky’s d**k? Yeah. Stinging soreness, and I couldn’t keep the smug look off my face while sitting down to dinner with Mom and Daddy on Sunday afternoon.
Mom knew. Moms always knew, she’d assured me the first time I saw her after losing my virginity.
The second she saw my face when I’d walked into the kitchen, hers paled, and she kept her lips clamped shut. Ever the vigilant, know-it-all and see-it-all, Daddy should have known Ricky and I had been together, but he was a typical clueless man who went back to his football after we ate.
“If your father finds out,” Mom whispered as we stood side by side washing up the dishes, “he’ll kill him.”
“Ricky’s a good man,” I whispered back, for the first time a feisty protective bear like my da
