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Jun. 24th, 2010 10:28 pm"SOOKIE!"
Any watcher of people would have seen, on that fine island morning, a normally calm and collected woman wandering along the paths and beaches of the island, wearing nothing but men's briefs and a tiny tank top, her hair mussed-- and white hot panic in her eyes.
"SOOKIE!"
How was this even happening to him again? He'd been pretty fucking good, he thought. No sleeping with underage girls, no doing V, no sleeping with just of age girls, no more crab fights, no punching every guy that looks at his sister, no more carving BILL COMPTON IS A FUCKFACE under the picnic tables, no nothing.
"SOOKIE," Jason wailed, sinking down on the nearest large rock, looking a bit like a wilted flower. "Sookie, help me, I don't wanna touch her boobs."
And that was the first time he'd ever said that.
Any watcher of people would have seen, on that fine island morning, a normally calm and collected woman wandering along the paths and beaches of the island, wearing nothing but men's briefs and a tiny tank top, her hair mussed-- and white hot panic in her eyes.
"SOOKIE!"
How was this even happening to him again? He'd been pretty fucking good, he thought. No sleeping with underage girls, no doing V, no sleeping with just of age girls, no more crab fights, no punching every guy that looks at his sister, no more carving BILL COMPTON IS A FUCKFACE under the picnic tables, no nothing.
"SOOKIE," Jason wailed, sinking down on the nearest large rock, looking a bit like a wilted flower. "Sookie, help me, I don't wanna touch her boobs."
And that was the first time he'd ever said that.