damn that bitch
i was a wee nipper, 12 at most. my best friend fancied this girl called melissa. she was hot and norks that a 12 year could have been oh so very proud of. obviously she was a bit a slag. i told her so.

loudly.

this was not the best move i have ever made. not only was she we developed in the chest region but had legs that could have been on a catwalk (a 12 year old catwalk). she charged. i ran away. fast. i was almost clear, out of reach of her fingertips. i looked around to laugh in her face and gloat and didnt notice my friend nick step into my way. nick was a rotund fellow at the best of times and i was and still am a lanky streak of piss.

i bounced off nick down a small area of rubble and stones by the side of one of the mobiles at school, hitting my bollocks on a sharp and pointy bit of brick. it hurt a lot. i was in agony. there were tears in my eyes. there were tears in everyone elses eyes as well as they pissed themselves at me. i mangaged to drag myself up and to the toilet to examine myself, for i had never felt pain like it. not only had i given my boys an unhealthy bashing, i had scrapped my scrote and was bleeding profusely (well not profusely but enough to see that it was more than a shaving cut.) i was unsure what to do so as any self respecting boy would do i stuck a small amount of tissue paper into my boxers and hoped it would stop. i cam out of the toilet some 10 minutes later feeling a little better. i went and stood with my friendsa again. i wasnt quite with it and when the delightful melissa came walking towards me i thought it was all over. she seemed genuinely concerned aboutthe state of my nuts. she wasnt. it was all a cunning ruse to knee me so had in the balls i got lifted of the floor. never before or after have i been in more agony. ( i ywisted my knee and spent six months on cruthes - nowhere near as bad). ash and nick picked me up and carried me into a classroom where i lay on a table for a good hour before i could even contemplate moving.

still i got my own back. i pulled her and then told nasty rumours about how fishy she smelt. a few years later she got knocked up at the tender age of 15 and now i am on my way to becoming a doctor. there is a moral there somewhere.
( bertisfantastic bert is a sleepy bear, Thu 13 Jul 2006, 22:28, Reply)