He wrapped his arms around my chest and pulled me closer. I’d like my hugs and kisses back if that’s okay.” “Well, I’m not a stupid teenager anymore.
“Though if you’re naughty enough, I might still spank you.” He teased. “Well, once you became a teenager, you made it quite clear to me that you didn’t like hugs and kisses anymore.” My dad explained. What I said was true though, those past few weeks, all those interactions had been initiated by me, not him. “Even when I was naughty, at least you’d still spank me.” “We use to cuddle all the time and you never kiss or hug me any more.” I explained, trying to make it sound more innocent. I felt his muscles tense up and realized my question might’ve sounded a bit naughtier than I had intended. “Are you afraid to touch me?” I asked him. I was not very interested in what he was watching, but it was better than the uncomfortable position of before. I had turned a bit more this time, placing my back against his chest. I made sure he did not have the remote nearby, so he had no choice but to place his hand somewhere on me. The next time I did it, I waited again until he was watching something that interested him enough to stay seated even while I crawled into his lap. It wasn’t very comfortable, but it was all I’d be getting for now. I leaned to the side, resting my head against his chest. He was holding it to keep his hand occupied, not knowing what else to do with it while I sat on his lap. I knew he wouldn’t use that as long as the game was on. He had one hand behind my back and the other was holding the remote. Probably thinking that I would get bored of it soon enough, he let me be. I wanted to see if I could still fit.” I explained. “I remember sitting on your lap all the time when I was little. “Sitting on your lap.” I replied cheekily. “What are you doing?” He asked me, not taking his eyes off the TV. I sat down sideways on his lap, using his arm as back-support. He was sitting in the corner, leaning back with one arm on the arm-rest. I was wearing black panties beneath a too large t-shirt, they were lace and covered only a small part of my backside. One night, several months after that last week of summer, my dad was watching sports from the sofa. Just hugs and kisses weren’t enough though. Perhaps I was, but he was mixing up cause and effect. He did not say anything about this either, except that I ‘seemed happier’ those days. I hugged him too, when he did something for me, when I’d done something that made him proud or just because. I kissed him before I went to bed, when I was about to leave or when he said something nice about me. I kissed my father again, just like I used to when I was little. I don’t think we ever touched unless accidentally.
I kinda felt I’d gone too far, that last week of summer. Pelicans & Chihuahuas and Other Urban Legends. Some tellings of the legend end with the sodomizer dead at the hands of his victim and his victim-turned-killer now serving a life term in Leavenworth. The GI is often said to “beat the crap” out of his tentmate upon discovering what he’s been up to. Whereas the college version generally ends with the discovery of the perfidy, revenge is almost always exacted on the perpetrator in the military version, either by the soldier acting on his own or with the help of his buddies. (Both tellings involve predators who drug their victims with alcohol.) The story has spread widely in the United States over the last twenty years or so, generally set in military barracks or campus dormitories. The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night, and it was included in Gershon Legman’s Rationale of the Dirty Joke.
While searching through the items his roommate had left behind this student discovered a beaker of ether and a rag in a large zip-loc bag.Īs Brunvand notes, this legend has been mentioned in print as far back as 1886, in Richard F. He returned to his dorm room to discover that his roommate had hastily moved out and had dropped out of school. The sluggishness was due to heavy drug use. The doctor seemed puzzled because he explained that the cause of the student’s pains was due to being sodomized on a regular basis. After the exam the doctor asked the student if he was gay. This went on for a week or two before he sought medical attention at Cowell. Apparently his roommate had been using ether on him to knock him out while he, um, had his way with him.Ī guy in the dorms would wake up in the morning feeling sluggish and experiencing abdominal pains. It was discovered that he had a high level of ether in his bloodstream. A guy went to the doctor because of pain in his rectum. A few summers ago, a friend of mine at work told me a story that supposedly happened at the school he went to.