Jenny sat on the sofa watching television, Joey was asleep upstairs in his crib. I just came home from work, and walked into the house. I sat down on the sofa, next to Jenny. I made small talk with her about school and asked how Joey was for her. I told her that I knew about what she had done, a few weeks ago at school. She was shocked by what I said.
Now I’ll be honest, I had no fucking idea what I was even talking about. I figured that most girls her age, usually do pull some kind shit. Jenny, not knowing that I was making this up, told me everything that I needed to know.
"Oh, please Mr. Smith, don’t tell my parents? Please? They’ll never let me get a car if they find out. Please,… Mr. Smith?"