Brotherly Love Essays (1069 words) - Gambino Crime Family

Brotherly Love BROTHERLY LOVE The snow fell from the night sky like millions of little white stars that lost their hold on the firmament. Little Sammy always one to love the snow ignored it for the moment, showing uncharacteristic concern for his brother. What's the matter Todd? You've been acting strange all day. I know something's on your mind or you wouldn't have that look on your face. You always look that way when something's wrong. Oh, it's nothing important little brother, just problems with Sandra again last night. The date went fine and I actually liked the flick this time but later in the back seat I shot jungle juice everywhere before we could even get started. If this had been the first time I wouldn't be so angry but dammit, he accented his curse by punching his thigh, it's been four times now. Sammy's brow creased for a moment in thought and then his eyes lit up. Being a bit too quick of a thinker, Sammy often stated the obvious and did so now. Remember that scare you had when you were slamming saddles every night with Judith? She had to go out and buy a pregnancy test. Obviously you weren't having much trouble with her; I think it must have something to do with Sandra herself. Todd could almost see the light Sammy was basking in from the bulb above his head and offered the tyke a warm smile. Sammy was only twelve years old but sometimes he dissapointed Todd with his slow wits. He liked to encourage the boy though and did not mention that he had already come to this conclusion quite some time ago. Even Albert Einstein had trouble in his youth and he could see that Sammy had that kind of potential. In fact he was lucky his brother could think at all. Some kids were born retarded you know. That's probably right kid but I just don't know what it could be about her that makes me miss the boat and jizz every time. I mean I got my lovebone all poised to slip inside that perfect pie and I just blow it. . . literally. She's getting fed up and I bet her fingers have been working overtime lately seeing as I'm not holding up my end of the deal, Todd paused a moment and looked Sammy in the eye, Have you ever bumped uglies? I know your only twelve but I've seen how young they start on Montel and Ricky Lake. Sammy's face went a deep shade of red, Well, I did the three finger tango with Beth after the Halloween Dance last month but I've never navigated nookie, he looked away quickly and began to unconciously tap his toes. The boy was obviously embarrassed. Todd wondered whether his uncomfort stemmed from the fact that they were talking about Sammy wetting his carrot or the fact that he hadn't done it at all. This made him feel proud and nostalgic at the same time. Well, Todd began, first of all you know how it is then when you first smell that luscious *censored*. That wet sweet aroma. Douched every other day, lavished with creams and powders only fouled up once a month by unholy seepages. But God didn't make Eve equipped with a bottle of Stay-Fresh. No, it's good no matter what. . . What's Stay-Fresh? It's douche, brainiac. That stuff Mom keeps next to her *censored* diapers under the sink. Now, don't interrupt! I was saying that that smell is enough to send your John Thomas ripping right through the denim of your jeans; and that's just the beginning. Long ago I stopped working my digits in Sandra's sopping mine and tried to go spelunking with my pride and joy right away. I did away with the foreplay so to speak. I thought maybe I got so worked up in those sweaty safaris in her cradle I just shot my wad too soon. FUCK!, Todd punched his thigh harder this time, Nothing seems to work. Sammy put on his thinking cap again while Todd simmered after his outburst and thought for a minute. He was usually unconcerned with his brother's (or anyone else's for that matter) problems but when it came to

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