An Urban Legend

            "Just stay in your room." Sister Slam took the lad by the
        hand. She shut the door behind him. This was a very important
        evening. The parents were out of the house. The Sisters had
        brought boy friends into the house. Inky his cat roled about with
        a tennis ball. "Hmf. This is going to be a long night." the lad
        pondered. He could hear @The Roling Stones and laughter...
              Well this just was too fustrating. He openned his gable
        window and went for a walk with Inky. Inky scampered along
        the gutter to the old ginko tree and jumped to a branch. He
        snuck a peek through the bathroom window. Nobody there.
        A little jiggle and he slipped through the window. Now it
        was time to reconoiter. A peek into the living room revealed
        an orgy.
                It was time to get his cammera. This was fun. To his
        amazement no one heard the click of the @Maxwell. I'll bet
        these will look awesome on my art class wall the little
        fellah mused. It was only a small darkroom in his closet,
        but the black and white photo's look like center-folds. He
        had to get a second opinion. Out to the roof and down the
        ginko in minutes he was at his friends house Ethan.
              "What-yah-think?" he was excited. Ethan gulped a grape
        soda, "Hey. Your Sister's tits are pointing strieght up! Lissen,
        my brother works at a magazine store maybe we could make
        some money?" The little fellah laughed so hard soda came out
        his nose, "Yes!"  But, it was time to return to his room. The
        photos were left with Ethan.
                Well, Ethan was true to his word. Before the month was over
        there were photos of the Sister's romp in @East Coast Swinger's
        Magazine. Only he and Ethan and Ethan's brother seem to be
        aware of it. He rubbed Inky's head, "Gee, I was hoping for more
        fireworks from those pictures." Just then, Sister Pugnatiuos came
        stomping up to the porch. Her white blouse was torn. "What happened?"
        he asked with wide eyes. "Some creep! On the bus! I need
        a bath!" she slammed the screen door behind her.
                He ran as fast as his tiny legs could carry him to Ethan's
        house. "Oh my God! My sister just got attacked on the bus.
        Wa-was it th-those pictures?" he studdered when he was scared.
        Ethan had a smirk, "Well, what did you expect? They're famous."
        He slid down wall and onto his bottom, "I gon-gggggggoing to get killed."
        Then, he started laughing and Ethan laughed with him.
                It was a summer of cat-calls and dirty old men groping his
        sisters. "If some old guy grabs my butt again! I'll kill the creep!"
        She slapped at the back of her plaid skirt and slammed her books
        down on the kitchen table. "Maybe you should ware pants home."
        mom was calm, but she was now driving the sister's to school. Dad had
        called the police.
                The little fellah thought about fessing up, but he never did.
        Ethan said the photos would blow over after the summer edition, then
        he added there is an aniversary issue with the best pictures of the
        year. It was a very hot summer for the Sisters, who wore pants.
        I think Jimmy Carter was President.


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