Last Wednesday afternoon I received a text from my boyfriend that was as funny as it was concerning. He writes, “I’m so proud.” I respond, “Why?” He texts, “Got a break in the middle of the day, so I stopped home for lunch and while watching TV, I started to hear noises from next door. So I muted the TV and all I heard were moans and furniture moving. I think Lil’ Devon* was getting it in!”
Let me give you the back story on Lil’ Devon. He’s actually not so little and stands at about 5’7” at the age of 14. I never have spoken to him much besides a casual, “How are you?” when stepping inside the house, but he lives next door with his single-mom and little sisters. Lately, I’ve seen Devon hanging out with a young lady from the neighborhood, walking to the store or grabbing some water-ice with her. But I guess it’s clear they’ve been doing a lot more than “hanging,” and I seriously doubt that Lil’ Devon’s mom knows that he’s rearranging her living room furniture all day while she works full-time. That explains the empty condom wrappers that we’d always find behind the house that almost got my boyfriend beat into oblivion. Guess Devon was covering his tracks by throwing them away in our trashcan.
*Names have been changed for privacy.