THE ONE WITH BETH

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I got home late enough Friday night that it was actually Saturday morning. Late enough to actually irritate my parents, who usually never cared about when I got in. But that night, I had been on a date. That made it new, and that meant that they were paying attention. My dad actually demanded to smell my breath as a joke. But joke or not, he did actually smell it. Fortunately, the beers were hours in the past, and even more fortunately, I had cleaned my face, washing away the smell of pussy. So much pussy...

In retrospect, it would have almost been worth the...