Adult Blogs: BARE FOOT MANIACS heard him call, to his wife, I guess. Fuck. There was nowhere to hide. The woods? Too far. I had to get HOME, to wash and change before I was missed. Mr. Johnson was raising holy hell. I saw lights come on in the houses on either side of me. More eyes. Shit.
There was a big pine tree on the corner of their property and I dove for it. I snuggled down under the branches and hoped that Mr. Johnson would go back inside so I could make a break for it. But the idiot kept circling around. Why wasn't he afraid of a burglar?
That's when I saw the gun in his hand. Holy Shit. I'm going to die, I thought. I'm going to die for a blowjob.
"Jerry? What's going on?" It took me a second to realize that it was my father's voice.
"A burglar. He has to be around here somewhere."
"I saw someone running up the street, up that way," my father said, pointing up the hill. "He was wearing all black, was that him?"
"Yes! And his face was black, but it was just paint or something, because I could see white streaks all over his legs! I'll go get the bastard!" And he ran off.
But my dad didn't. In a soft, calm voice he said, "Ready to go home, son?"
I started breathing again. I crawled out from under the tree and he said, "Get home, now. Before that nut shoots you."
I cut behind two houses and jogged back home. I stripped, jumped in the downstairs shower, and five minutes later I was clean as a whistle. I put on a white t-shirt and shorts and went outside with everyone else to see the commotion. Two police cruisers were there, and about 15 of our neighbors. Including Mrs. Reid, who was smoking a cigarette and talking to my mother..
