Chapter one: the being (the second half)
"Really?" Trace practly shouted (for him) in disbelief. He had once asked why none of my friends every talked about going to my place, after telling him a rip busting story of Taya and I at my place, to which I had only replied, because it's mine.
"No, I'm just pulling your leg." I laughed.
"I wouldn't put it past you." He pouted slightly, "turn here?"
"Nah, go straight." I murmured, not paying much attention.
"What if I like dicks, though." Trace intoned, with a slight whine in his voice.
"I don't judge, dude."
"Good, 'cause otherwise you'd be a hypicorit, ya nasty les."
"Hey, we both know you