I had to find a place to live. There was no way around it. After what happened at home, my mother was throwing me out. I suppose I shouldn’t blame her after the scene she walked in on. But, still, getting kicked out was inconvenient. If only Mom had stayed at work until the regular time, we would have been up and out of there long before she ever got home. As it was, she came down with this splitting headache, came home early, and caught Jerry and me in a position that surprised her, to put it mildly.
It wasn’t as if Jerry and I were up to anything new. We had been getting it on together after school every night for quite a few months, and we usually went to my house to do it, since my father is dead and my mother works until about six every evening. As a matter of fact, my house was the perfect, private spot we needed, that Is, until Mom came home early with her damn headache.
Jerry and I met in the front hall of the school every day as soon as classes were out. We’d beat it to my house as fast as we could go, slowed down a little by the swollen hunks of meat between our legs.