“Trident?”
“It’s the medal that says you're a SEAL.”
“And you have a scar from it?”
“The ceremony isn’t a pinning; it’s a pounding.”
“Oh, my word!”
“It’s a badge of honor, Babe. I’m proud as hell to be branded.” I bring the subject back to our discussion of when. “So, the first day of school then?”
She kisses my scar before she speaks, and the gesture fills me with pride.
“Yes. I stood in the doorway of the gym and scanned the crowd looking for a place to sit. I didn’t know anyone, and I didn’t want to walk all the way to the other side because there was this group of guys heckling some of the girls. But then I saw you sitting there. You were laughing. You were the cutest guy I had ever seen.” She glances up at me. “Before I realized what I was doing, I was walking out. The closer I got to your group, the more nervous I was. I prayed the whole way that I wouldn’t get a horrid name, but if I did and you noticed me, I knew it would be worth it.”
“Oh, I noticed you! When you walked by in that tight red sweater tank top with your beautiful tits and those tight jeans that proved your ass was perfect too, I was done. I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”
She pushes up, and I pull her to my lips.
“But then a day or so later, I overheard you brutally cussing out a girl, and I didn’t want any part of a dude that was that mean.”
“I was never mean to you.”
“I didn’t see the difference. You were hateful to her, therefore.…”
“I’m not proud of treating any of them that way, you know. But I did what I had to do.”
“It was over the top.”
“Was it? Do you know why I had to resort to being that damn crude?”
She frowns, and her eyes narrow. “No ….”
“They were grab-assing my junk.”
“What?”
“It’s true. When the size of my cock became the envy of the locker room, word got out, and there were a few girls who copped a feel to confirm it.”
Her mouth falls open.
“I’m not shitting you. Those were the girls I cussed out.”
“Oh, my god!” She dies laughing. “Of all the things you could have said, that wasn’t what I was expecting!”
“I took care of it the best way I knew how.”
“Why didn’t you tell someone?”
“That isn’t exactly something I wanted to broadcast to the whole school.” I sweep my hand across the air, “Jocko Malone, sexually harassed by groping girls.”
She giggles.
