Finally, after Jerry had pumped a few gallons into me, he slid out shriveled and damp. My butt was dripping wet with a combination of bodily substances I dared not ponder. I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. When I came back, Jerry had pulled his boxer shorts on and was laying on his bed, looking up at me thoughtfully.
“You know,” he said with a straight face. “My parents go bowling on Saturday.”