Every day of my life felt like it went exactly the same. Japanese sex I mean, don’t get me wrong the lot of us smacked our biscuits to her six or seven times a day, sometimes even in the middle of class when nobody was looking, but it had really become just a normal dull part of our routine. Every day the four of us, my remaining three friends and I after our fifth got his sister pregnant and had to leave school, would sit in class staring at Patty and talking about how cute she was and how much we wanted to get under all those clothes. Why did she wear so much anyhow? The more I thought about the way my life was going and the closer I was to getting out of school the more it bothered me how little I had actually done so I guess I sort of snapped.
