ABSTRACT
In fact, I know he wasn't. Sometime during that period, I tried seducing him into my newly invented game of Bad Dog, the only serious goal of which was to pull the other guy's pants down and spank him. Now, I wouldn't have minded in the least if he'd won, but instead of cooperating, he just ran home and told his mother I'd been trying to pull his pants down. His mother, when I straggled in a few minutes later, gave me a scolding and sent me home. From then on, I somehow felt that something had gone out of our friendship. Pity; it could've been so swell ...
