Dirty Little Boys

Chapter 5

Ding ding.

"Uh-uh-uh-oh."

"What's wrong?" Bebe had brought Jimmy back to her house after school. Their doll seemed to be a little older than the others' babies. She didn't cry as much as the others and she was a little bigger. Despite being bigger than the others, the doll would not crawl. Bebe had put her on the floor. The doll used her arms to raise her chest. Her belly and legs were still on the ground. She used her arms to do a sort of crawl, but would not move her legs.

"I-I-I-aiii- seem to have gotten an e-erection." Jimmy was laying on the floor with the kid. Mimicking whatever she did and telling her little jokes. Of course, from the floor he had a nice view of Bebe's shapely, perfectly capable legs. Those shapely legs swiveled the computer chair around. Jimmy's eyes roamed up Bebe's slightly parted limbs and up to her skirt. He could see her hot pink panties. Jimmy's face flushed and he quickly moved his eyes to Bebe's face. He didn't mean to be a pervert. He just appreciated nice, toned, soft legs.

"Did I do that to you, Jimmy?" Bebe smirked and separated her legs a little more. Jimmy turned away. Don't look, Jimmy. Don't look. He hated punchlines when he was the joke. She was just toying with him.

"N-n-no. Wuh-wuh-well, maybe. I random-randomly get erections. Ev-ever since 4th grade. Th-thuh hookers in Denver say it's nor-normal." Jimmy buried his head in the carpet.

"I may not be a hooker, but I do know a thing or two about erections." Bebe stood up and walked to Jimmy. Jimmy was different than the other guys. He had a sense of humor. He made her laugh, and he was a nice guy. They were stuck being partners on this stupid assignment, and the least she could do was relieve his stress. Her mom had taught her some tricks that would put Liane Cartman to shame. And she was still a virgin.

"It-it-it-it-aiii-it's gone now." Jimmy's muffled voice came from the carpet. He was lying, but this was too embarrassing. He didn't want Bebe to feel obligated to do anything for him. And he hadn't even taken her out to dinner! If Nut Gobbler could have a fancy dinner every time he had to see her, why couldn't Bebe?

Bebe sat next to Jimmy on the floor. The baby still wasn't moving her legs. Bebe didn't know what kind of disorder that was, or if it was one at all.

"Don't be a carpet muncher, Jimmy. At least look at me when you are speaking. We need to give our daughter a name." Bebe's voice lost it's seductive tone and went back to its normal haughtiness.

"I-I-I've been thinking about that." Jimmy raised his head from the floor. He used his crutches to propel himself into a sitting position. "How-how-how about Nutina? I-I-I want-want-wanted to honor a good friend of mine and-and-and Tina Fey. She-she-she's the best."

Jimmy looked so excited about the name. He must have been excited to be able to help in some way. He couldn't hold the doll very well because of his crutches, so a majority of the work would go to Bebe by default. He could keep the doll company on the floor and reassure it (even though it had no cognitive abilities), but that didn't change diapers or feed it. He had put more thought into the name than Bebe had, so why deny him that?

"Sure. Nutina it is." Bebe swooped in and gave Jimmy a small peck on the cheek. "I'm glad I'm partnered with you instead of that fat ass."

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"Ey! Wendy! Where's my chicken?"

"Shut the fuck up already! The only reason I'm your partner is because you have a lot of experience with crack babies and nobody else would have you." Wendy had to promise Cartman KFC for him to come to her house. They had to research different things on how to take care of crack babies. Sure, Cartman had dealt with crack babies before, but he didn't exactly take care of them. Wendy could do the whole assignment by herself, but she felt that the... Adolfa... and any baby should have two parents willing to take care of them. Even if one was bribed with KFC and would not shut up about it.