Better Hold Tight

Wankerdoodle Sighting

CAT POV

When I woke up, I turned over and fell off the couch. "Oof!" I rub my bed hair and look around. I'm not in my room!

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I scream. I didn't know where I was and what if I was kidnapped in the middle of my rest. I hear an alarm go off somewhere. I scream again.

"What the fuck are you screaming for? It's 7 in the fucking morning. Calm your silly ass down." I look at my butt.

"My butt isn't silly!" I point to it for emphasis. "See?" Sonny seems to roll his eyes at me. How can he roll his eyes on cue? I pout because he is rolling his eyes and he knows that I can't. Okay, maybe he didn't know that I couldn't roll my eyes, but I don't think rolling your eyes is very nice anyway, so I'm still going to pout.

"I'm out. Take a damn shower so we can go to school." It wasn't until he said that that I realized he had a white towel wrapped around his waist and nothing else.

My stomach starts feeling weird and tickly. "Is this what being hard feels like?" I hold my stomach. "Or is a ghost just tickling me with its eyebrows?"

He sighs and comes over to me. When he touches my arm, the tingly feeling in my tummy grows and I start laughing. But then I start feeling really queasy. I could be pregnant. Oh no!

"Cat, I'm almost positive you're not hard. Nor will you ever be. So why don't you go do your girl crap and get in the shower." He pushes me towards where I hope the bathroom is.

"Okay, okay. I'm going, Mr. Pushy-Pants!" I walk towards the bathroom and take off my shirt, but then I remember I don't have a towel, or my loofa. I don't have my shampoo, conditioner, and body wash either. I walked to the bathroom completely unarmed! What if I were going to war? I'd be out of luck.

But since I'm not going to war, I can just walk back to my suitcase and get what I need.

I walk down the hallway to go back to my suitcase. I saw a guy in a room. Oh my goodness. A random stranger was in the house! I look around for a weapon. I spot a hockey stick. Oh my goodness, I love hockey! I grab it and charge the guy. I beat him until he falls.

"GET. OUT. OF. SONNY'S. HOUSE. YOU-YOU-YOU ROBBER!" the robber grabs the hockey stick and twists it out of my grip and then I fall. I never thought I'd die this way. The guy stands up. And he's naked! He has the same tattoos that Sonny has. I look up at his face. Uh oh. I attacked Sonny.

"Cat, it's me!" he shrieked. I frown. I didn't want to hurt Sonny.

My eyes wandered down to where he was cloth-less. I looked at this long, thick cylinder type thing with a rounded tip. I had no idea what it was and I didn't think it was safe to have. What if it was a tumor? Aren't tumors dangerous? I don't want Sonny to die. He's become my friend.

"Sonny!" I point to the snake thing. He looks to where I'm pointing and his eyes widen really big. He scrambles for something and grabs a shirt. "What is that thing and why do you have it?"

"Cat, it's-"

"Is it dangerous? Will you die? We need to get that off. I'll go get the scissors!" I stand up to go get the scissors. He grabs me around the waist and puts me on the bed.

"Cat, it's not going to kill me. All boys have one,"

"Are they all that big?" That was scary. Why would anyone want to have something like that? What would you do with it?

He chuckles and rubs behind his neck. "Not exactly. Like I said before, all of them come in different sizes,"

Was he telling me that's what a wankerdoodle is supposed to look like? I have to say; I'm highly terrified about the world if females find it pleasuring to stick that stick-thingy in any part of us. Isn't that what your supposed to do?