Senior Year -- the next day...

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“How’s it hanging dude?” Russ came up to me in homeroom, laughing. He had clearly seen the picture.

“Not too well.” I replied. “My balls still feel it.”

“Fuck man. She got you good in the goods.”

“Yep, she sure did. Perfect aim. How are your boys?" I asked.

“All good, it was just a balltap.”

“Lucky you.”

“Ughhh!” A guy across the room exclaimed, followed by a “Fuuucck” from the other side. Russ and I immediately covered up.

We looked over to see Jeff, the class president, hunched over at a desk, clutching himself. His vice president, Amanda, was next to him, smiling in the way that we all knew exactly that she did.

On the other side of the class, Gary, the quarterback, was on the ground, legs in the air, with two cheerleaders high-fiving over him.

“Fuck,” I said, “they are on a rampage.”

“Yeah man,” Russ said. “They’re busting jock balls and nerd nuts.”

“And everything in between,” I said, glancing down at my hand holding my junk, smiling.

“They don’t discriminate,” Russ said, adding his right hand as extra protection over his left, which was clutching his jewels.