Misconception

6: I Can Make You Feel So Good

Clementine's POV

When Vinny and I get home from the mall I'm relieved to sit down, my feet sore from all the walking.

"You tired?"

Vinny asks me as he walks towards the kitchen.

"Not really, my feet just hurt is all."

I admit. I hear Vinny chuckle in the kitchen.

"Probably from all that exciting jumping you did when you saw the puppies."

He says, returning from the kitchen. My attention is drawn to my phone as Vinny sits on the couch beside me and turns on the TV. I have a notification from an anonymous number. When I unlock my phone my eyes grow wide. It's a picture of a man's torso and waist, except he's completely naked and there's this thing sticking up from between his legs, what I presume to be his penis. I shriek and toss my phone on the couch, running up to my room and shutting my door. As I sit on my bed I can't help but think, who would send me a picture like that? I shiver, the image still fresh in my mind as there's a knock on my door.

"You alright little girl? I saw that picture."

I hear Vinny say from the other side of the door, a hint of anger in his voice.

"Y-yeah, was that a p-penis?"

I ask Vinny through the door. Vinny slowly opens the door and walks in, sitting on my bed beside me.

"It was."

He says, from the corner of my eye I see his jaw clench.

"I've never seen one before..."

I say.

"I blocked the number."

Vinny says.

"Thank you."

I tell him. Vinny wraps his arms around me and pulls me onto his lap.

"It's my job to protect you, baby girl."

He says.

"Do they all look like that? So stiff?"

I ask. Vinny swallows.

"Only when they're aroused..."

Vinny answers hesitantly.

"Aroused?"

I ask, looking into his eyes. Vinny sighs.

"You're too little Clem."

He says.

"I could google it? Instead of asking you I mean."

I suggest. Vinny doesn't hesitate to say,

"No, I don't want you stumbling upon something dirty."

"What does it mean then?"

I ask him. Vinny clears his throat.

"When a man gets aroused his penis gets hard."

He says.

"Does it hurt?"

I ask.

"It can be if he doesn't do anything to get rid of it."

He continues.

"How do you get rid of it?"

I ask.

"There's lots of ways."

He answers.

"What are they?"