Copyright: This is my story! So there!
Disclaimer: I DIDN'T DO IT! I SWEAR I DIDN'T DO IT!
Real Disclaimer: This is a short story based in fiction. If you can't tell the difference between fact and fiction please don't read any further. If you get any ideas about molesting a kid by reading this story then please stop reading now. If you are underage and not allowed to read such stories as this one then leave, you don't need this. If you are a closet pedo and find the only release you can get is by reading things like this, then by all means please read, it's better then actually molesting someone.
Author's Note: Since the posting of 'Nasty Games' many people have asked about my cousin Billy's background (or was that backside?).
It was the summer of 1963 that Billy was adopted by my Uncle John and Aunt Sally when he was only eight years old. But I think it would be better if I started two years earlier when Billy just turned six. He was a cute little rascal then, with his thick brown hair always combed to the side in a wave that just brushed above his slanted brown eyes. His little body was that of a boy that spent much of his time playing hard, a good solid upper torso with the right amount of baby fat and strong little legs that began at his plump baby butt. He was the kind of little boy that would go out of his way to be friendly with people trying his best just to be liked by all.
It was at this time he lost his real parents in a house fire and was orphaned. The Oklahoma County in which he was orphaned did not have an orphanage or any other facilities for these children. It was the church that saw to the well being of orphans; they would find permanent or temporary homes for them. Billy was placed into a temporary home in the small town of Cordell in the home of an elderly lady known as Mable Grump.
Mable Grump was in her early seventies and was viewed as the typical grandma. She had another orphaned boy living with her, his name was Terry and he was thirteen at this time. Terry wasn't very big kid in fact he was a good head shorter than most other kids his age. He had short black hair that just touched his ears. He was well proportioned in that he wasn't fat or skinny but his young backside drew much attention. Terry's backside was often on the receiving end of a playful pat or a relaxing caress. Most boys his age were not spanked at the school because the teachers were trying to treat young teenage boys as adults. But the small town's school's principal was a pedophile that enjoyed the power rush he got from a boy submitting him self to a spanking. Because of Terry's short stature and very defined butt, the man had given into his temptation and bared the orphan's backside for a hard hand spanking. There were no other male role models for the boy so he submitted himself to the humiliating punishment, knowing that none of his friends ever received a bare butt spanking. Besides after the punishment the principal seemed friendlier toward the boy and that was what the boy craved; a kind word from an authority figure.
The home in which Mable Grump lived with her two wards was a small home; it had only two bedrooms and one bathroom. Thirteen year old Terry now had to share his room with a six-year-old boy. When Billy moved in, it was Terry that took the boy all over the neighborhood and introduced the child to every one he knew. Having little Billy move in was what Terry needed, a chance to be a big brother to some one who was all alone like him. Mable Grump had made it clear that the boys were to always refer to her as Aunt Mable.
Terry had warned Billy about Aunt Mable's punishments. He told Billy that she almost always used a hairbrush on a bared butt and since she could not hit real hard, because of her age, she would always make the spankings last a long time. He had warned Billy about the school principal, that the he spanked orphans bare, because orphans didn't have parents to get upset about it. Billy was also warned that he had to really behave now because his mother and father weren't there to protect him and that no one seemed to care if someone was punishing an orphan too much. This little piece of wisdom was for the most part very true. For this story takes place in the early sixties and the feelings towards orphans were still the same, as they were for centuries, that orphans were bad blood. If anything was ever stolen or broken the first person blamed would almost every time be the orphan.
But as time moved on Billy soon found new friends and would spend many days at the park across the street from his new home with Aunt Mable. Billy and his new friends would be running all over the park, yelling and screaming as they played. It seemed that the children of Cordell did not share the bigoted view towards orphans that their parents had.
One afternoon, after a hard day's play after school, little Billy came running into his new home. Just as he entered the front door he froze with his mouth hanging as wide open as the front door of the house. Right there in front of him was Terry lying across Aunt Mable's knee with his pants all the way down to his ankles. Aunt Mable was spanking Terry with a hairbrush on his bare bottom. Terry was crying that he was sorry while Aunt Mable held his hands behind his back swinging that brush. Terry's butt looked like two ripe tomatoes side by side.
Aunt Mable looked up at Billy standing in the doorway. "Well! Close the door child! There's no reason the whole world has to watch this!"
Billy snapped out of his trance and quickly closed the door behind him. Just as quickly turned again to watch the spanking as it ended.
Aunt Mable put the brush down onto an end table; she caressed her old wrinkled hands across the tender backside. "I hope you've learned something from this young man!"
"Yes ma'am." Poor old Terry sobbed, while hanging his head low crying.
SMACK! She spanked him with her bare hand. "If I ever catch you doing anything like that again in my house!" SMACK! "I'll take you down to the Parsons' house and let him teach you not to sin!" SMACK! Then she pointed to a wall. "You see that wall?"
Terry was bawling pretty hard. "Yes ma'am." He answered as he looked up shaking.
"You put your nose up to that wall and don't you dare move from there!" SMACK! "You hear me?"
"Yes ma'am." Terry cried out. The thirteen-year-old boy crawled off of Aunt Mable's lap and began to pull his pants up when she stopped him.
"Oh no you don't!"
Terry stopped and looked at her.
"You keep those britches down!" She stated as she then pointed to little Billy. "I want little Billy to know what happens to little boys who get too big for their britches and sin in my home!"
Without another word Terry waddled over to the wall and pressed his nose up to it. Aunt Mable stood up; she grabbed a magazine from the end table and walked into the kitchen and tossed it into the wastebasket. "Billy!" She called out.
Billy was still in a trance looking at Terry's plump red butt cheeks. "Yes ma'am." He answered, never taking his eyes off Terry's butt.
"Dinner will be ready soon. So you stay close to the house! You hear?" She called from the kitchen.
"Yes ma'am." The small boy called back. In Billy's whole life he had never seen a spanking before let alone a naked butt.
Terry was crying to himself, his face was so close to the wall that he could feel his own breath on it. He closed his eyes and then he brought his hands down to his small boy dick and began to pull on it. It was the cool air, from the open window he was standing next to, that was tickling his sore bottom and giving the boy a _s_e_x_ual turn on. With his eyes closed he could feel the throbbing of his spanked bottom and the same rhythm of throbbing in his head as his heart pumped blood throughout his body. Suddenly he was startled when he felt the small fingers of Billy lightly touching his tender bottom. Terry quickly glanced at the kitchen to see if Aunt Mable was watching, then he looked down at Billy. The small boy's head came right to Terry's hips, placing it almost even with Terry's bottom. As Terry looked down Billy looked up at his big friend, Terry could see that the kid really felt sorry for him and right now he felt he could use a little sympathy.
Billy had never been this close to another naked person in his life, or at least a partially naked person. As he touched the older boy's backside shivers ran up and down his young spine. Terry's skin was hot to touch and the skin was soft yet firm. Billy didn't know why but his small pricklet was getting hard and he began to feel dizzy, he knew that he shouldn't be touching another person like this; but he couldn't help it. The little boy brought up his other hand and began to lightly rub both of Terry's cheeks. He looked up at Terry and whispered. "What did you do?" As soon as he asked Billy quickly looked over his shoulder to see if Aunt Mable was coming to catch him being nasty.
"I was looking at a dirty magazine." Terry answered as he began to push his tender backside into the small tickling fingers behind him. The older boy began to pull harder on his dick, while Billy continued to lightly caress the firm butt cheeks. "Hey Billy. Could you kiss them and make them feel better." Terry was seeing an opportunity here, with the small boy, to act out a perversion he had been thinking about.
"Okay." Billy leaned in a little and brought his pouting lips to the tender flesh, he puckered up and gave each cheek a long and sloppy kiss. In fact, Billy downright pressed his lips to the butt cheeks and sucked on them, the small boy found that he liked the way they tasted. When he finished with the kisses he lightly rubbed his face back and fourth against the bums, the heat from the spanked butt cheeks and the firm skin of Terry's ass was overwhelming Billy. For a second he let his nose rest in the crack of Terry's ass and the older boy's cheeks pressed against Billy's closed eyes. Billy gave a small moan as he felt like he was in a dream.
Terry shuddered. Billy's kisses and the rubbing of the smaller boy's face against his own butt, had brought Terry close to the edge. "Billy could you lick them maybe. At least until they stop burning." The older boy was almost out of control, he didn't care that Aunt Mable was in the very next room, he wanted to get his rocks off.
Without even thinking the small boy brought his face back to the older boy's red fanny and with a slow motion Billy began to lick up the tender butt cheeks from their base to the small of Terry's back. Billy thought that a lot of slobber would help cool them off and besides the feel of his face rubbing against the cheeks was electrifying to the smaller boy.
Terry's eyes had rolled back into their sockets; he couldn't believe how easy it was to get Billy to lick his butt. He was beginning to wonder if he could get this kid to do other things for him. But for now the smaller boy was driving him crazy.
With every lick Billy was pressing his face harder onto the moist cheeks in front of him.
Terry suddenly took his hands off of his dick and placed them onto his rear and pried his cheeks apart. "Lick in there too!" He ordered.
Without another thought to it little Billy brought his small face and pressed it into Terry's rear and began to lick the center crack of the older boy's ass. Billy was soon licking Terry's small pucker hole over and over again.
Just as Terry went back to masturbating himself, he heard the back screen door open and slam shut. Quickly he turned his head in time to see Aunt Mable walking out to the root cellar in the back yard. All of a sudden he began to shake and shiver to his oncoming orgasm, quickly he began to pull hard on his dick with one hand and reached around to little Billy's head. Terry began to push the small boy's face further up in between his butt cheeks as if to shove the boy's head up inside of him.
Little Billy was too engrossed in what he was doing to Terry's butt to have heard the back door slam shut. When Terry had grabbed his head and began to push him in deeper, little Billy reach up to Terry's hips and began to pull harder pushing himself up to the older boy's cheeks. Just as Terry was shooting his boy juice onto Aunt Mable's wall in front of him, little Billy's tongue finally slipped inside of the older boy's anus.
"Oh God! Yes!" Terry moaned as his orgasm subsided.
Little Billy pulled his head back away from the older boy's butt and began to consider the taste that was on his tongue. The little boy thought about it for a while and decided that it wasn't have bad, in fact he would prefer this new taste to spinach any day.
"Oh _s_h_i_t_!" Terry whispered in panic. "It's all over the _d_a_m_n_ wall!" Right there in front of Terry was the fruits of his efforts, running down the wall.
Billy looked around his bigger friend at what had him all scared. There Billy saw some white liquid slowly running down the wall. "What's that stuff?"
Terry brought his finger to the wall and scooped up a big gob of it and put it in his mouth. "It's boy milk." He then scooped up another finger load and held it out to Billy. "Here try some."
Billy, having just saw Terry eat some, quickly put the older boy's finger into his mouth and sucked the stuff right off. Here was another new taste that Billy felt had a better flavor than steamed vegetables.
Terry then pointed to the wall. "Quick lick the rest off the wall before Aunt Mable sees it and spanks us both!"
Without question little Billy pushed himself past Terry and began to lick the wall, where the boy milk was running down. Terry looked down at the little boy, with an occasional glance over his own shoulder to be sure the coast was still clear, and watched as Billy licked his mess off the wall. From this angle, for the first time, Terry noticed the small boy's backside and realized how inciting it looked. Billy straightened up and looked at his cleanup job he had done on the wall, then he looked back up at his big friend.
"Did you get it all, Billy?" Terry asked.
That's when the smaller boy looked at the older boy's groin and saw a small thin line of that boy milk coming from Terry's dick. "There's some on your dicky!"
Terry looked down past his tee shirt at his own dick for the first time and could see a small amount of cum hang onto the tip of his dick. "Hurry up and suck it off!"
In little Billy's mind he was cleaning up a mess that he helped make and that if Aunt Mable would see this mess he would get a spanking just like Terry did. So when Terry told him to suck it off, there was no question in his young mind as to what to do. Billy grabbed the older boy's hips and quickly brought the dick into his mouth. Then the smaller boy wrapped his small tongue about the older boy's organ and began to suck as hard as he could to get all that tasty stuff out of there.
Terry jerked his head back and stared up at the ceiling, his eyes rolled back into his head, for this was Terry's first blowjob. The amount of suction that little Billy was applying was way too much. Between the warmth of the smaller boy's mouth, the moister and the suction; Terry was soon being sent to his second orgasm in less than a minute. With both hands Terry grabbed the back of Billy's head and began to _f_u_c_k_ the smaller boy's mouth. Soon Terry shot his second loan, this time into the once virgin mouth of a six-year-old boy.
As the boy milk finally stopped Billy pulled his head away from Terry's groin and looked up at his big friend. "Was that good enough Terry?"
Terry was just coming back down to earth when he heard the root cellar door close outside, which meant that Aunt Mable was coming back inside. "Yeah that was great! You got it all buddy!" He quickly looked over his shoulders and could hear Aunt Mable getting closer. "Hurry! Go into the bedroom and play with your toys, before she catches you!"
Billy jumped up and ran to the bedroom to play. As he closed the door behind himself, he stopped to listen, to see if Aunt Mable had seen him. He heard Aunt Mable come in and ask where Billy was and Terry told her that Billy went into the bedroom to play. After hearing this Billy jumped onto the floor and began to play his toy cars.
Time past and dinner had been served and eaten, the two boys got ready for bed and soon the whole affair was forgotten about; well not by Terry.
A few days later Aunt Mable left the two boys alone, to go and visit with some of her older friends like she always would on a Saturday evening. Billy was lying on his stomach in front of the TV, watching his cartoons. Terry was sitting on the couch behind Billy watching, not TV but little Billy. The two boys were already in their pajamas ready for bed. At some point, between cartoons little Billy got up and sat down beside Terry and began to snuggle up to the older boy to get warm.
Terry grabbed a pillow and laid it to his left side and patted it. "You want to lay your head down, Billy?"
Little Billy crawled across Terry's lap and laid down on his stomach with his head resting into the soft pillow. The next cartoon had started and all of Billy's attention was now focused onto the TV. While all of Terry's attention was focused onto Billy's pajama bottoms.
Terry knew he had plenty of time before Aunt Mable would return. The older boy began a slow massage on the smaller boy's back, slowly working his way down to the bottom of the boy's pajama top. There he pushed his hands under the fabric of Billy's bright blue bunny pajama top and began to massage the bare skin underneath. The smaller boy's skin was like silk; it was soft and loose to the touch.
Little Billy was enjoying all of this touching; he just lay there and purred to himself as his older friend's fingers were putting him at ease.
Terry was very aroused; the weight of the younger boy across his lap was pressing against his own young _c_o_c_k_. He slowly started to work his way back down Billy's back, rubbing the skin lightly. As he would make it to the waistband of the little boy's pajama bottoms he would then rub his hand quickly across the seat of the bottoms. There he would squeeze one of Billy's firm little cheeks through the pajamas then move his hands back to the top of the younger boy's shoulder blades and start over again.
Billy just lay there purring to himself, content on letting the older boy do whatever he wanted.
On Terry's third massage trip down the boy's back, he let his hand sneak in under the elastic waistband to the bunny pajamas Billy wore. He moved his hand slowly down the small of Billy's back and stopped it where he felt the crevasse of the smaller boy's bottom begin. Terry waited for a second, to see if Billy would get upset being touched there, Billy made no complaint or even tried to move away. Terry moved just his small pinky finger back and fourth across the two little cheeks, while the rest of his palm rested just above the crevasse. After a few more seconds Terry moved the rest of his hand under the pajama bottoms and underwear to rest dead center onto the little boy's butt.
Billy knew that it was wrong to touch someone where Terry was touching him now, but Billy couldn't care less. There were no grown ups around to get mad at them so Billy just lay still and let Terry play with his butt.
Terry's hand moved back and fourth across the two hard little mounds, cupping a cheek in the palm of his hand once in awhile and squeezing it. The feel of the skin was electrifying, it was hard yet smooth, soft and yet firm. "Do you want me to stop?" Terry asked. He needed to be sure that he wasn't going too far with Billy, the last thing he needed was Billy telling on him.
Billy shrugged his small shoulders. "No. It's okay." His small voice squeaked. "You can do anything you want." In Billy's mind there wasn't much one could do with a butt, other than rub it, spank it, or take a temperature from it. The little boy trusted his big friend completely so he knew that whatever Terry wanted to do to him wouldn't hurt.
Terry then, using both of his hands pushed Billy's pajama bottoms along with his white underwear briefs down to the edge of the little boy's butt cheeks. With the bottom completely exposed, Terry resumed the light massage only now it was only on Billy's bottom.
After a few minutes of the butt rub that Billy was getting, the little boy looked over his shoulders at his big friend. "Are you going to spank me?"
Never taking his eyes off of Billy's rear, Terry asked. "Why? Have you been a bad boy?"
Billy looked back down as if thinking. "No. Not really." Then he looked back up to Terry. "But you can if you want to." Somewhere in the small boy's mind this seemed only natural, to submit himself to the bigger boy.
Terry was more than willing to spank Billy, since it was only a game. "Well how many spanks do good little boys get?"
Billy lay there thinking. "I don't know. Probably a lot." Then he looked back up at Terry. "But I've been good so they can't hurt. Okay?"
Terry just smiled. "Okay. But you've got'ta stop me when you've had enough."
Billy then began to hug the pillow he had been laying on. "Okay you can spank me." He squeaked.
Terry slightly raised his hand and patted the smaller boy's bottom, the two little cheeks quivered a bit to the pat. The older boy then did it again and again, soon he was lightly spanking Billy's cute little baby bottom.
Billy lay still while he was being spanked, the little pats did not hurt at all and after a while they began to feel sort of good. He looked back over his shoulders to Terry. "Harder. Please."
Terry shrugged his shoulders. "Okay." Then he gave the smaller boy a slightly harder spank.
Billy just tightened up his cheeks. "Harder."
Terry once again swatted the boy's rear a little harder.
Billy arched his back up. "There! Do it like that again."
Terry once again swatted the boy's rear, only now the boy's rump was turning from a little pink to almost red. Again he smacked the upturned little rear of his young friend. "Now! Are you going to be a good boy and do as I say?" Terry played along.
Billy just nodded his head without a word and Terry spanked on. After awhile Terry felt the smaller boy's rump had been spanked enough and let Billy stand. It was then that the older boy saw little Billy had been crying.
"Why didn't you stop me?" Terry had asked in shock, he was so afraid he had really hurt the smaller boy.
"I don't know." Billy sobbed.
Terry pulled the little boy to him and hugged little Billy tight. "I'm sorry Billy!" The older boy said as he sat Billy onto his lap. "I didn't want to make you cry." Billy's pajama bottoms were still pulled down and the boy's backside was still exposed. Terry took a closer look over the crying boy's shoulders and could see the two red cheeks, then he began to rub them. "I'm so sorry."
They sat there for a little while, waiting for Billy to calm down. Then Billy sat forward and turned to look into Terry's face. "Remember when Aunt Mable spanked you? And I kissed your bottom to make it feel better?"
Terry could see where this was leading. "Yes?"
Billy looked down at his own lap as if thinking. "Could you kiss mine and make them feel better?" He then looked back up at his friend and saw Terry smiling at him.
"Sure I will."
Just then the chimes on the grandfather clock tolled, informing the two boys that it was Billy's bedtime. Billy's heart sank, he knew he had to go to bed now and there would be no more nasty games tonight.
Terry looked at the clock, if anything Aunt Mable had always been very strict when it came to bedtimes. "Okay you go to bed and I'll be right there to tuck you in."
Billy hoped off of Terry's lap and pulled his pajamas back up over his exposed bottom. He then walked off to bed. He climbed into his bed and pulled the blankets up over himself and waited for Terry.
Terry soon came into the room with a jar of cooking lard in his hand.
Billy looked at him. "What's that for?"
Terry just smiled at the boy. "You'll see." He placed the jar onto the nightstand that stood between their beds. "I got'ta kiss your butt still don't I?"
Billy's eyes lit up, he flipped himself over onto his stomach and pushed the sheets off of himself.
Terry sat down on the side of the bed and softly spoke. "Now close your eyes. Pretend that you're asleep and I'm a ghost. So you can't say anything or move. You have to be perfectly still. Okay?"
"Okay!" With that the little six-year old boy closed his eyes and laid still.
Terry brought his hands down to Billy's bare feet and grabbed the hem of the blue bunny pajama pants leg and began to slowly pulled the little boy's pajamas down being careful not to touch the smaller boy in anyway. He watched as the elastic band of the bottoms expanded as they came across the boy's upturned bottom and hips leaving behind the smaller boy's pure white underwear.
Billy kept his eyes closed, in total darkness he felt his pants being pulled down over his hips. It felt strange because he didn't feel Terry touching him; it was as if a real ghost was pulling his pants down.
Terry kept up the slow pace until the pajamas came completely off the smaller boy. Then he moved back up and lightly took a hold of the pants legs to the boy's underwear and began to slowly pull them down as well. The waistband slowly moved over the plump little butt cheeks, exposing the innocent little bottom and soon they were also taken off. There in front of Terry was a half-naked little boy, waiting for him. He leaned down and softly kissed a cheek, then the other. He then lightly traced his fingers across the skin, trying his best to touch Billy's skin as little as possible.
This, of all things, was sending shivers up and down Billy's spine. Billy pushed his face in deeper into the pillow and tightened his leg muscles and butt cheeks.
Terry leaned back down and began to slowly lick the little boy's bottom, letting his tongue lap back and fourth across a cheek and then another. "Spread your legs little boy." The ghost moaned.
Billy complied and in the process pushed his little rear up for better access to his friend.
Terry brought his face to Billy's crack and licked dead center across the little boy's poop-shoot.
Billy began to kick his legs and laugh uncontrollably to the tickling being caused by Terry's tongue.
Terry came up and reached over to the jar of cooking lard and scooped a bit onto his middle finger. He then placed his finger onto the smaller boy's anus and slowly moved his finger in circles around and on the small rectum. It wasn't long until the rectum reacted and began to pulsate to the finger and then it grabbed hold of the finger and pulled it in.
Billy shot up to the intrusion. "What's that?"
Terry leaned over to Billy's ear. "Shhhh! It's just the ghost getting inside of you." He moaned with his ghost voice. "Now lay back down or he'll spank you. Ooohhhh!"
Billy laid his head back down and submitted to the fingering that Terry was giving his bottom.
Terry was soon finger _f_u_c_k_ing the smaller boy with two fingers. The older boy watched as his two fingers moved in and out of those creamy little cheeks. Terry could not retain himself any longer he had to try and _f_u_c_k_ Billy, with his other hand he began to grease up his small teenage boy _c_o_c_k_. Soon he removed his fingers and his own pajama bottoms; he climbed up onto the bed behind Billy. "The ghost wants you to get up on your knees. Oooohhh." The ghost moaned.
Without looking Billy got up onto his hands and knees.
Terry leaned toward the little baby cheeks and pressed his organ in between those soft bums. He found his mark, and then he pressed his dick up against the small anus and pushed. His teenage dick entered the small orifice with ease; the warmth of little Billy's rear engulfed his organ as he pushed all the way inside the small boy.
Billy gave a small groan to the intrusion, but he kept his eyes closed still playing the ghost game.
Terry had pushed himself right up to the firm cheeks of the small boy, there he stopped. He looked down between them and saw just the base of his _c_o_c_k_; the rest was buried deep inside Billy. The firm little cheeks rubbed up against the teenage groin with comforting warmth that completely surrounded his _c_o_c_k_. Slowly Terry began his hips moving back and fourth as he began his first _f_u_c_k_.
Billy was groaning to the slight pain he was feeling. "Terry! It hurts!" The small boy whispered.
Terry pushed down onto Billy's shoulder blades forcing the small boy's face back down into the pillow but he kept Billy's butt up in the air for his assault. "Come on Billy!" He begged. "You're tough enough." Terry continued to pump. "Aren't you?"
Billy just nodded his head from the pillow. In time the discomfort the smaller boy had been feeling began to be replaced with just a slight tingle of pleasure.
Terry began to pump harder until all of a sudden the teenage boy erupted in the most intense orgasm of his young life. When the spasms stopped the teenage boy withdrew him self from the six-year old bottom and lay on top of the half-naked boy. "The ghost just put his ghost milk inside of your butt. Ooohhh!" Terry moaned into Billy's ear.
Billy turned his head to the side. "What does ghost milk do?" He squeaked.
"It means that the ghost will come back and do it again. Ooohh! You now belong to the ghost and you have to let him do whatever he wants! Ooohhh! Whenever he wants to!" Terry groaned.
Billy smiled. "Okay."
Terry giggled and then kissed Billy on the cheek. "I better get you dressed before Aunt Mable gets home."
So with that Terry dressed the small boy and tucked Billy in bed for a good night's sleep. The two boys now played this game whenever they had a chance to be alone long enough to play. During the rest of that Fall and Winter the Billy was constantly engaged in some kind of _s_e_x_ game with Terry. But in the Spring disaster struck; Terry had been adopted by a family from Oklahoma City, leaving Billy all alone with Aunt Mable.
The End of Billy's Tail. (Maybe?)
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