Let’s talk about sex, baby.
I hardly ever do that. I’ll leave it to Renee from Teachers and Twits, who is my guest poster for Around the Bonfire today.
I find myself gravitating to blogs like Renee’s because she has a kid older than my own. She faces a lot of difficult questions with parenting a teen. They could fill an ocean, and I am just starting to dip my toe into those waters myself. I am reassured and encouraged when I read her stories: it won’t be easy, I will screw up, I will be racked with indecision, I will cry and have my heart ripped out watching my kids grow, but I can do this.
She’s doing it, and that inspires me. So her post today was perfect, because it’s one of those Things I’ve Been Thinking About – a difficult topic for any parent – how to communicate and instill your own values about sexuality into your kids. We’d both love to hear your thoughts!
My 12-year old son recently shared his 7th grade yearbook with me, so I pulled out one of mine from a box in the basement.
As I flipped through, I remembered that in 1982, a guy named Tad* was a major theme.
“Who’s Tad?” Tech asked, his eyebrows arched a little.
“Just a boy I liked.”
My son saw people wishing me luck with Tad.
He also saw a disproportionate number of people leaving me ominous messages, warning me to be careful.
Geoff, especially, got all up in Tad’s grill!
“You’d better watch out for Tad. Seriously, be careful.”
I remembered reading everyone’s comments in 1982 and being like: Whaaaat? Why is everyone telling me to behave myself and watch out for Tad? It isn’t like he is going to break my heart or anything.
Probably.
In reality, I wasn’t listening to what anyone said about Tad. The boy could draw. He was charming. And he could wear a pair of Levis like nobody’s business. Plus, he was going to be a Senior. Yeah, I didn’t want to hear anything negative about Tad.
“Did you go out with Tad?” my son inquired, snapping me back into present tense.
“For a while.” I closed my yearbook and put it aside.
“Did you love him?” Tech probed, but before I could answer, friends rang the doorbell and he disappeared to play Capture the Flag.
So what happened to Tadénee?
In February of 1983, Tad and I were in his bedroom fooling around – and, if my parents are reading this, I mean we were listening to The Who — when Tad made his announcement.
“We’ve been together for seven months. I think it’s time you give me a blowjob.”
He said if I didn’t, he would find someone else who would.
While the world spun, I tried to check his math on my fingers.
Had we been together that long?
I suppose we had — if you counted the eight weeks we’d been apart over the summer.
Roger Daltrey crooned in the background.
I looked behind Tad’s blue eyes and blushed. “I want to break up,” I said, undoing the clasp on the heart necklace he had given me a few months earlier and setting it on his nightstand.
I was certain he was bluffing, that he was going to change his mind about the whole “finding someone else” thing. I mean, who was going to be a better girlfriend that I was? Hadn’t I decorated his locker with wrapping paper when he turned 17? Hadn’t I baked him cookies and passed him love notes in the halls? Hadn’t we made out under the bleachers?
I was sure he was going to say we could just forget about the whole BJ thing.
Except he didn’t.
And when he drove me home that afternoon, he didn’t kiss me goodbye.
In the days that followed, Tad stopped talking to me at school.
I thought about calling and telling him I’d changed my mind.
That I was ready to do it.
Except I wasn’t.
Tad started hanging out with another girl. She was pretty, so I hated her. He seemed happy, and I assumed he was getting what he wanted.
As I flipped through my yearbook 25+ years later, I thought more about my son’s question.
“Did you love him?”
It occurred to me that whatever I felt about Tad was irrelevant. When he gave me that ultimatum, I knew he didn’t love me. I wasn’t ready to do something, and he wasn’t willing to wait.
Since my son has become interested in girls, I know we will need to talk about these issues because kids are “getting’ busy” earlier these days. I want to encourage Tech to have friends of both sexes and resist sexualizing relationships in junior high, but it is hard when he is bombarded with images of women in short skirts and high heels with pouty, wet lips. It is difficult to imagine my son would ever think of a woman solely in terms of what she might be able to provide him in terms of physical pleasure, but I don’t really know what he is thinking right now.
If my husband and I say nothing, we will miss the opportunity to deliver our message regarding sexual values. And I don’t want him to treat someone the way Tad treated me.
This is not the time to be timid.
Rhianna is certainly not shy about communicating her sexual values, and she is much louder than I am.
How do you communicate your values about sex? How do you teach without preaching? How do you decide which bits of your past to share?
*Author’s Note: While this story is true, it should be noted that the guy I liked was not named Tad. Who would be interested in a guy named Tad? Tad is a guy on a soap opera. No offense to any Tads out there.
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About the Author Gigi Ross
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OMG. That day — when my son discovers s.e.x. — is coming way too fast. I feel a little nauseous just thinking about middle school parties and how sexualized kids get so early now. You are correct. We need to be brave. And bold. And honest? Iit is our job to make them into respectful men.
Thank God I don’t have any girls. {But good luck to those of you who do!}
Kerry Ann @Vinobaby’s Voice´s last [type] ..Those Days Go By
Hi Kerry Ann! I know! I swear boys are easier.
But.
They are 50% of this equation, and we have to make them respectful men. So we have to talk to them about this stuff, too. I remember positively flailing with these things. And while I didn’t get busy until later on, I do know middle school aged kids who are already there.
But.
Why do the girls gravitate towards the bad boys? No boy wants to be every girls’ best friend. It’s complicated. Isn’t it? Or am I making a mountain out of a mole hill here?
Renee Schuls-Jacobson´s last [type] ..He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not
I have mad respect for you for calling it quits with Tad as soon as he gave you that ultimatum. Too many girls – both in 1983 and now – would have given that beej at the expense of their own values and/or comfort levels. So, I have no doubt you’ll figure out how to communicate your values about sex with your son – if nothing else, just show him this frank, well-written, and eloquent post.
I can’t even think about talking to my 2-1/2 year-old daughter about sex. But I guess I’m going to have to figure it out, and probably a lot sooner than I’d like, with as oversexed as our society has gotten. I walk by Justice in the mall and just want to cry.
Kristin @ What She Said´s last [type] ..5 Tips for Surviving Flu Season with a Kid in Daycare
Right now you only have to name the parts and tell your 2 & 1/2 year old that those parts are private.
And don’t give me too much credit.
It wasn’t long after that I did cave and give in — or rather — become more assertive in that realm because I thought I was supposed to. I was a very flirtatious little thing, and when I learned that other friends had made it around the bases (by the time I was in 11th grade), I figured I’d better step up my game.
But with Tad, I was just shocked. Honestly, I didn’t know what he was talking about, and I certainly didn’t know what to do. It was kind of horrifying. So, am I supposed to talk to my soon-to-be 13-year old about blowjobs? Seriously? Can’t his dad do that?
Renee Schuls Jacobson´s last [type] ..He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not
My son is 18 and leaving for college soon, and I have 2 girls 15 and 13, so uh yea, been through all the sex stuff… and it continues. Let me just tell you, it’s an ongoing process. It’s not a one and done conversation. A really good tool and icebreaker I found was TV. We’re all watching a movie or TV show and something comes up, we discuss it. “Do you think that’s a nice way to treat the opposite sex?” or “See how much it sucks to be a teen mom?” lol
I could go on and on about this subject, but just know it’s much better to open up the dialogue and equip them to make choices rather than be 47 and still waiting for your sex talk and made less than stellar choices in college. (It’s the Catholic thing, thanks Mom and Dad) lol
Dear Madge!
I don’t know how I missed your thoughtful response yesterday! We don’t watch a lot to television in our house. Tech Support would rather build something on the computer and his dad is a golf addict. When it is just my son and me, we usually listen to music from our iPod.
But.
If there was ever an argument for watching television that is it: to use it as a tool. Hubby and I watch Big. Bang Theory — and our son is a fan, too, so while there is nothing too enormously explicit, there have been episodes where people are in be together, where feelings have been hurt, where there has been casual sex, etc. So thank you for the great recommendation.
We don’t have HBO or any premier stations, but maybe there is a place for more TV in our lives. Plus, if I’m lucky, I might get a little snuggle. Maybe.
Renee A. Schuls-Jacobson´s last [type] ..He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not
Right now you only have to name the parts and tell your 2 & 1/2 year old that those parts are private.
And don’t give me too much credit.
It wasn’t long after that I did cave and give in — or rather — become more assertive in that realm because I thought I was supposed to. I was a very flirtatious little thing, and when I learned that other friends had made it around the bases (by the time I was in 11th grade), I figured I’d better step up my game.
But with Tad, I was just shocked. Honestly, I didn’t know what he was talking about, and I certainly didn’t know what to do. It was kind of horrifying. So, am I supposed to talk to my soon-to-be 13-year old about blowjobs? Seriously? Can’t his dad do that?
Renee Schuls Jacobson´s last [type] ..He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not
Sometimes I think I was fortunate that my parents were really strict about dating when I was a teen.
I know that girls around me school were doing things they didn’t really feel ready for, but they wanted to keep their boyfriends. I can only imagine what it is going to like when my little man is older.
Amber´s last [type] ..The Real IKEA Assembly Guide
Hi Amber. My parents had very little idea what I was doing, so it’s a good thing that I was more flirtatious than anything else. But I definitely felt that pressure, and I just don’t even know how to discuss this stuff with my son. It’s the first time — as a mother — I’ve felt positively stumped. I don’t want to introduce concepts that he is not aware of yet, but am I stupid to think he hasn’t heard of this stuff by 7th grade? I think he must have. Probably.
Renee A. Schuls-Jacobson´s last [type] ..He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not
I Love this post! Uncomfortable to think that my 4 year old will one day start asking questions, unless I hide all my year books and tell him that his parents were put on this earth by aliens with the sole purpose to be his parents. No past.
The “alien thing” only works for so long.
Then they really want to know.
And then we hit this other place where I feel like I need him to know things. Because the girls are so much more aggressive than the boys right now. He has no idea. But I would never want him to pressure someone into something or take advantage of a girl who might be offering something up that she really isn’t ready to give away. It’s a hard conversation to initiate.
Luckily, you have still time to figure all of this out!
Renee A. Schuls-Jacobson´s last [type] ..He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not
Good for you for breaking up with Tad. Not many young women would have that kind of courage.
My son is now 10 and getting crushes (although that quickly shifts to girls having cooties again) and sex is an issue that is often discussed in our house. No question is off limits, although I have struggled with how to appropriately answer each.
He often complains that he knows more about sex than any of his friends. He has no idea how happy that makes me because ignorance will only end in trouble.
Jacki´s last [type] ..The No New Stuff (i.e. Crap) Challenge Update #1
As we are a “medical family,” we have always used proper terminology and talked about sex whenever it came up.
But.
I have had friends complain that they would rather my son (called TechSupport on my blog) NOT say “penis” or “vagina.” They would rather he call these things pupie and pee-pee. As in the man puts his pee-pee in the woman’s pupie and that is how babies are made.
Um, not so much.
We are straight talking in our home.
But.
I don’t need to be the one to initiate things. Or do I? I am genuinely confused as to how far to go on this topic. There are some mighty aggressive little girls out there. He may need to know how to extricate himself from situations! Girls aren’t the only ones who do things because they feel like they should.
And I won’t lie.
Just because I said no to *Tad doesn’t mean I said no to the next guy. I felt like a loser for not being able to please my boyfriend, and there was a lot of pressure to get busy in the 1980s. I’m guessing that what I was doing in late high school, some girls are doing in middle school. Scary.
Renee A. Schuls-Jacobson´s last [type] ..He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not
Renee,
<3
I will definitely have my daughters read your poignant blog. You did the right thing and I admire your strength and courage. I always worry I haven’t said enough to my daughters on this subject. BTW, do you happen to remember a certain (favorite) babysitter who LOVED Tad Martin from “All My Children”? It’s okay-no offense taken.
Lisa! Omigosh! You are going to have your girls read this post? I can never, ever meet them after this. They’ll be like: “Oh, she’s the one who wouldn’t give a BJ to that boy?”
And I totally remember that you loved Tad from “All My Children” and — no lie — that is the inspiration behind this name! I couldn’t pick a real name because I know too may Jeffs and Steves and Toms and Mikes. I needed a soap opera guy.
Renee A. Schuls-Jacobson´s last [type] ..He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not
Oh Renee. YES!
I was a sophomore when a senior (who was a good friend whom I’d kissed a few times and whom I had a total crush on and whom I also trusted completely) asked me to prom.
I said yes.
My parents said “You can’t spend the night at a hotel after the dance.” Even though everyone spends the night at a hotel after the dance.
I begged. He begged.
HIS parents begged. “We don’t want our son driving her home late after drinking.”
My parents said, “He can simply not drink. OR we’ll pick her up.”
So.
Midnight was the curfew. Regardless of what everyone else was doing. And my dad drove down to the hotel after-parties to pick me up.
I’ve never been more happy to see my father. Because, as it turns out, the minute we reached the hotel room after the dance my date was on a mission to have sex. SEX. SEX!!!
Duh. I was so naive. I thought the guy liked ME. That he liked making out with me and that would be enough.
So I put him off long enough to get home intact
.
And on Monday I found out he’d told everyone we’d had sex anyway.
Because after all, as a guy, that’s what he was SUPPOSED to do at prom. Right? He was simply responding to the set of rules HE’D been taught. And also maybe a bit of an ass.
Yeah.
It’s all hard. Being a teenager is hard. Being a parent is hard.
Sex is hard.
Ahem.
Good luck, Renee. Good luck, Gigi.
I’m right there in the trenches with you.
And I’m sorry about blogging in the comments.
Again I am all happily reading comments before commenting myself and BOOM…JULIE ATTACK! And so I have to comment on her comment before commenting on the post.
wait. what?
anyway, I broke up with four guys in high school who called me a prude and a tease. I told them I only have me. That is all I have that will ALWAYS be mine. And they couldn’t just HAVE it.
So.
And Cort was the biggest gentleman on the planet.
I hope we can openly teach our boys to be like he was. Respectful and kind.
And to want a girl like I was.
Katie´s last [type] ..The Olympics…what’s the big deal?
Hi my beloved KT.
(Omigosh, that came out KY, I swear!)
As I said to Julie, I want my son to respect women.
But that isn’t the message he’s getting from the world when Rhianna is singing “I love the way you lie” & all the women seem to like this Christian Grey guy who doesn’t seem to be so big into respect.
I’m trying to figure out what to teach boys about sex. It’s not just about protection. It’s about more. I hope my son is never one of those douche-bags you had to endure.
Julie!
I remember Part I of this story from one of your posts. But I don’t remember Part II.
He told everyone you’d had sex? Well, how do you undo that?
You had to have been devastated.
But yes, as I said somewhere up there in the comments, boys have their own codes about what they are supposed to do, too. But how do I broach this stuff with mine? And when? How do you talk about this stuff with your kids? Like, will you show them this post and say: “Hey guys, let’s talk about oral sex?” Or will you just wait and see if anyone ever asks you about it. I’m all kerfluffled about when to bring up this stuff.
I want my son to respect women.
But that isn’t the message he’s getting from the world when Rhianna is singing “I love the way you lie” & all the women seem to like this Christian Grey guy who doesn’t seem to be so big into respect.
Le sigh, Julie.
I’m trying.
Renee A. Schuls-Jacobson´s last [type] ..He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not
Sigh…my kids are really little, but I am already thinking about this, particularly in terms of what I will and will not share. Like so many of us, I’ve made some bad decisions (like NOT taking off the heart necklace, figuratively speaking of course), and I want to help my daughter (and son) learn from my experiences without knowing all the down and dirty details.
angela´s last [type] ..Running the Bases
Hi ANgela:
As I’ve said to other in earlier comments, I may have had courage THAT day, but it really shook me. I felt a lot of pressure after that. And eventually I caved, earlier than I should have probably. These things are so hard to figure out. It is my understanding that the reason why a special co-ed overnight was canceled at my son’s summer camp was because last year, a girl was giving someone a blowjob. If this is true, she would have been 12 years old. If it is not true, it is a horrible rumor, but it got me thinking. I have never discussed THAT level of intimacy with my son, and there are other kids with older siblings who probably know all about that stuff. He’s an only. He may pick things up here and there, but how much should I intervene? I’m still trying to figure it out.
Maybe I’ll show him this post and just Wite-Out my name!
I hope you’re just as proud of yourself for standing up for yourself as I am of you. Even though I don’t know you.
I have to say, it scares me that kids are becoming more sexually aware earlier and earlier. But then I remember how “aware” we thought we were at the same age. Maybe we just hid it from our parents better?
Mrs. Jen B´s last [type] ..Who Do You Write For?
“It scares me that kids are becoming more sexually aware earlier and earlier.”
They are definitely becoming aware earlier. They lyrics in songs on the radio are so much more explicit, and their access to them via YouTube is so much more immediate. We had to buy records or tapes (or I did).
I know that I didn’t know all of this stuff going into 8th grade. I just didn’t know about it until later. More like 10th grade. But I feel like I’m not doing the right thing by ignoring it. I may just print out this post and Wite-Out my name and see my son’s response.
Renee A. Schuls-Jacobson´s last [type] ..He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not
I applaud you for having the sense to walk away. I wish I could say that I would’ve been smart enough, but I doubt it.
Which is probably why I’m 32 years old with a 15 year old son.
Discussing sex with our kids is so hard. You would think parenting would get easier the longer we do it, but it’s the opposite. It just keeps getting harder.
Up until recently, my oldest was a serious relationship. They dated over a year. Myself & the other mom each made sure they were NEVER alone, but I knew better than anyone that if they wanted to do it, they would find a way. The thing I stressed most was that when he felt like he was ready for that type of relationship, he needed to come to myself or his dad. If he wasn’t able to talk about sex with us, he certainly wasn’t emotionally ready to handle the actual relationship.
Natalie´s last [type] ..Wordless Wednesday: Big Girl Haircut
“… You would think parenting would get easier the longer we do it, but it’s the opposite. It just keeps getting harder.”
So true Natalie.
Keia´s last [type] ..{……….}
Natalie! I think THAT is the first piece of advice anyone has given me! Because really, that was my question. How do I approach this stuff.
I love the idea that if my son can’t talk to us about a sexual relationship, he probably shouldn’t be engaging in the behavior. That is a great way to frame things. Because it IS adult behavior.
Thank you! I like you so much right now.
Renee A. Schuls-Jacobson´s last [type] ..He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not
Great post.
When my son was a little under one and we were at the mall, I noticed a lot of teenagers dressing in the goth gear and I wondered what the heck waste clothing trend or standard is going to be like when my boy gets that age…
Skip to age two, my son spent the day with my cousin and her younger kids – all girls, ages 6, 8, 10, &14). He came home singing a tune, “… oh na na, what’s my name.” Rhianna! I was flabbergasted. My first thought was really, now I have to explain this!
As my son is now almost 4 and I see the same exact girls cousins and hear the stories that they share with me about the conversations at school regarding boys and sex, well, I get worried. I can’t believe elementary schools kids even have such conversations. I have no clue what I will say to my son in the future or near, short future. I just remember my mom did a horrible job of talking to me about this subject …I remember having to place letters written to me from my boyfriend about sex around the house to pressure my mom into the conversation.
“I just remember my mom did a horrible job of talking to me about this subject.”
I just think my parents THOUGHT they opened the door by saying I COULD come to them with any questions, not that I SHOULD come to them with my questions.
It sounds like a stupid linguistic thing, but there is a difference.
I want my son to come to me with this stuff, and just tonight we did start a conversation about this stuff and, guess what? He totally knows about oral sex! And he knows people who have “supposedly” already done it. Well, who knew?
So we started to talk. I know he was embarrassed, but I want him to know that he needs to be able to talk about this stuff with us before he starts thinking about doing any of it.
Could v. should. Writing this down in my notebook.
Also, I remember a few years ago, a friend of mine from high school had a sister much younger than us, and she mentioned that oral sex in middle school is now fairly common, because kids don’t believe they’re really “doing it.”
Lord. I have to really start giving this some thought. I’m encouraged that we’ve always used the RIGHT words for male and female parts (although Boy Wonder calls it “china”).
Renee, you are SUCH a natural storyteller right to the name change explanation at the end. So true, who would love a guy named Tad? I kept thinking tadpole.
But I’ll get to the point. I think I’ll have a heart attack dealing with these issues one day. It’s a great question re: teaching vs. preaching. Though as parents, we are entitled to some moments of preaching, right? My goodness, I hope so. As for revealing our own pasts???? I’ll be hiding under my bed through their teen years, thanks.
Nina´s last [type] ..My Road to Clean Eating
Nina! Why do you think I’m so grateful to have other people’s blogs to jump onto for these kinds of posts. Yes, I could put them at my own place, but my son checks them out — and sometimes I can write riskier things elsewhere.
Ironically, this topic came to the dinner table tonight.
THAT was a shocker. He knew about oral sex. And he KNOWS people who “supposedly” have already done that. Whaaaaat? He’s not even 13 yet! A little piece of me died inside, but on the other hand, I was glad for the opportunity to talk about this stuff a little — and to have had him bring it up, which is usually the way I LIKE to do things. I prefer to have him just ask the questions, but as he has gotten into these late ‘tween years, he’s started to clam up. And while I know it is developmentally appropriate, it is awfully inconvenient.
Thank you for appreciating my name change thing. I wonder if Tad* recognizes himself in this recollection or if anyone alerted him to this post. Hopefully, no one remembers who I liked in June 1982 – February 1983.
Renee A. Schuls-Jacobson´s last [type] ..He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not
I graduated from high school in 1961, a few years before the hippie peaceniks began to turn the world upside down with their “free love” and “make love, not war.” I knew of one girl in my entire high school – 1300 or so students – who got pregnant before graduating. For most of us, a little petting was as far as it got.
I guess I was raised with an unrealistic view of girls/women, but I always thought they were too “good” to be interested in going too far with sex, so I didn’t push it. I’m glad my parents raised me that way. I’d rather admit to a bit of naivete than have no values.
David N. Walker´s last [type] ..Summer Road Trip
David!
Thank you for following me here to Gigi’s.
Mostly, I love that you used the word “petting.”
My son’s summer camp has a policy regarding the proper way boys and girls should act while away from home: HAKWACO. It’s an acronym for Hands and Kissing with All Clothes On.
I’m guessing that you didn’t need a policy like that in the 1950′s, eh? Oy.
Renee A. Schuls-Jacobson´s last [type] ..He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not
I feel like I am given “practice” opportunities all the time as a high school teacher to discuss this stuff. It doesn’t bother me at all with other people’s kids to tell them that 1 in 3 teenagers has an STD that they may or may not know they have. And then we count how many are in our class and do the math. I’m pretty straightforward.
But with my own kids, I am SURE it will be harder.
Respectful, kind, and SMART that is what I hope to teach them.
Katie´s last [type] ..The Olympics…what’s the big deal?
KT:
That’s what I thought. I figured, I’ve got this. I’m a teacher. I know what I say to my students. But this is strangely harder.
I don’t know why.
Renee A. Schuls-Jacobson´s last [type] ..He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not
Great post and interesting comments. A wise friend once told me, when I was complaining that my boys(12 and 14)seem to either figuratively or literally put their fingers in their ears when I talk to them about sex, girls etc., “keep talking — they may act like they know it all and have no interest in what you’re saying and they may roll their eyes, but they hear it anyway.”
What I love about your story is that you were self aware enough, loved yourself enough, at that young age to not sell yourself short. I didn’t get that til my 30′s. And what I will tell you, regarding your son, is that the greatest impact you will have on shaping his sex values is the fact that you’re a good mom. You are providing a fabulous example of a strong woman who commands respect. I’ll bet you a million bucks Tad didn’t have that in his life. (Tad was on All My Children, right?)
JM Randolph´s last [type] ..Threats
read your post when it came out and now I’m commenting – sort of works like that lately. I need to roll the ideas around in my head before letting them spew… just had a conversation with my TS, centered around a text and s.e.x…. don’t know how to start, have a middle part, either, or end a conversation about the topic… like you, my parents said nothing about s.e.x. and he’s off to high school in a few weeks… kids today are further advanced (physically and socially) than I was at his age – but they are still the same emotionally and still trying to figure it out… there are so many external pressures on kids telling what is cool, what is not, and they are swallowing it(bad word, sorry). I guess the best way is to have conversations about s.e.x. and relationships and model appropriate loving caring relationships at home, so they’ll get it… I don’t know i’m stumbling down that path, too
clay´s last [type] ..August and a rainy Thursday morning
Oh for heavens sakes… that Tad is an idiot. I would have certainly handled that situation differently. That cute little R A S-J is too fine a prize to lose.
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