DIARY OF A TEENAGE MILKMAN

I had to make sure he kept it that way and didn’t add the notes to the discussion, I told him to make sure the door was shut so nobody else in the house could hear us talking, while his back was turned I slipped the two notes into one of my school shoes that were lying on the floor next my bed and then kicked it under the bed and out of sight. He shut the door then came back to sit on the side of his own bed facing me. “I want details, could she not pay? Did she think you were a yank from the base? Did you pay her?” I sighed, he’d given me three options, it was like a multiple choice question in school. The middle one was discarded, he was joking about that one, no way would I ever be mistaken for a Navy S.E.A.L! I had to decide between one and three. I wouldn’t have paid her, he knew I was actually quite shy and would never be able to pluck up the courage to go down that route. The first and only feasible option wasn’t really the best choice either, Alison had a bit of a reputation, mostly untrue, local girls who went out with American servicemen were not very popular, the all got the name of being a whore, 99.9% of them were just girls who had American boyfriends, the objection that local guys had was that they weren’t good enough for these girls, that much was true.