Not in the least bit was Mickey judgmental, he thought it was normal. What could you do about impulses after all? If he knew he probably wouldn’t be here today, having fun with his ‘little sister’. He didn’t mind living this lie. “Couples?” Mickey moved with her pushing, “So, you pushing me is what we’re supposed to do? Do I get a turn, or is it just you?” He missed to mocking tone, but understood a hint that it was to a tease, and he’d act along with her. He didn’t feel threatened or attacked by her words, “Maybe I should just tie a rope around my waist as a belt and you drag me, or attach loops on my shirt and you carry me around like I do my pack.” He laughed a little, looking back for Lilly’s expression and reply.
(In memory of) The rebirth of