Chapitre 231: Caterpillar of a Moustache

Billie Bob Taylor

I knew I was not supposed to but I was a man of high curiosity. Everyone knew that. I had spoken to my friends and my parents about my very public kissing with Benedito and not so PG dancing. Of course it was everywhere in Texas, I was their golden boy.

I had also gotten a few very hurtful texts from people I knew but it was not like I liked them anyway so it did not really matter to me. The important part was who in my field hated my guts because I liked to take it up the ass. So far none had really even bothered to text me because they probably knew I would knock their teeth out if it was offensive.