Kids did all kinds of things in Ghytto. Sociologist of Virginia determined that the Ghytto did not meet a stanard society (If that wasn't obvious enough.
While teen pregnancy went down in the natural realm. 18-year-old girls were more likely to become a victim of sexual assault. Out of 1,000, 700 females said they had sex between the ages of 10 and 16.
It was formerly called The First Games. You either hit it or quit it. If you hit it, you had to choose rather you want to keep it.
Half of teens, in 2002 admitted to quitting. 'I don't know how' or 'this world ain't made for more kids.'
Werewolves hoarded placenta from hospitals. There were only two hospitals and the second hospital was a vampire's house. And the first, and functionating, was Lowland Institution.
Nobody could get to it unless you had a boat and a spear.
"Can I kiss you?" Mokiri shied away. "Me?" he already knew it was coming. It was the way of the Ghytto. Young werewolves either grew up or gangbanged. With no proper training a lot died before 21.
"I never had a boyfriend." she murmured. "Can you be mine?"
He didn't know the difference between embarrassed and shy. He looked at the ceiling. "I got a little dick." he said, averting her glance.
"I don't wanna have sex now. I just..." she trailed off. "I want a boyfriend first."
"I'm a vampire."
"What if I'm a vampire? Would that make it ok?"
July's breath hitched. "I hit you!" he said matter a factly. "Are you dumb?"
"I just wanna practice kissing!"
"You fast ass little girl!" he shouted and slapped her cheek. "You was!" his neck was heated. he pointed a finger, "You was gon ask me turn the lights off!"
"But I don't wanna be a trained bitch. My daddy rapes women and my mama said she really a man."
"What in God's left ass cheek—no! Hell no!"
"But July--"
"I don't care... I'm seven. I don't wanna lay with a werewolf. I already planned how I wanna go out."
"How...?"
He took a deep breath. "I wanna fuck my mama." His eyes got bigger. "What--"
"What!?" she gasped. "You weird as shit!"
"Listen! Like my mama young, the ghytto rough as hell, like—like—damn," he put his fist to lips and looked at the ceiling. He clapped his hands, "Look at me!"
She did. "What?"
He waved his hand in front of her face, her eyes blinked. "I kissed you." he said.
"What?"
"I gave you a kiss."
Her heart fluttered, "You did?" a smile crept on her lips. "Thank you" she brushed strands of hair behind her ear. He looked at the furthest wall and at her. He waved his hand again, "You know me?"
"Huh?" she made a face. "Who are you?"
"Girl you do this everyday. My mama, is, uh." He knew he was doing wrong. "I'm Aleigha... What's your name?"
"I don't--" he stopped her. "You have a rare condiction." he said. "It's, um, amnesia. But it's called... fucking, uh..."
"Fucking amnesia?" she guessed.
"You almost there... you have," he snapped his fingers, "Fuh-pking Theophamnesia..."
"What?"
"It's a rare condition!" He shook her shoulders. "Wyleisha, Mokiri, Pretty, Gains..." he took a deep breath. "You are my wife to be." he cleared his throat. He thought to himself, 'Mama makes it look so easy.'
"So anyway, we had sex." he made a shelf with his hand. "Did you like... it?"
"I guess..." she stared at the floor. "Was I good?"
"You were fantastic. Like—yo hands got grip and oh my goodness. You can't see the mess we made but it's everywhere. It was on yo' lip."
She held both her cheeks. "Sorry."
"It's fine. I would ask you to do it again but your mom came in and, uh," the door went ka-chuck and Siana came through the door in a white gown. "What in the hell?"
Siana's gown was see through, her nipples pierced with close pins. Her brown public hair visible. "You kids should be in bed. It's a lot of noise coming from here."
"Sorry," he said, 'bitch ass woman.' he said in his head.
"Mokiri remember, you need all your rest." Siana closed the door. "What in God's name..." he mumbled. "Who was she?"
"The maid."
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Mokiri slept with her hand with her arm around July. She woke up in the dark and shook him awake. He sighed and viewed her dark skin, "I got to go to the bathroom."
"Did I take that by accident?"
"What?"
"I am so tired of you saying—fuck me, ok hold on." he raced to get out of bed. He fumbled in the dark trying to find the door. Once found a blast of light from the hall lit a corner of the room. "Who..." he looked to the right. "Hey!"
A werewolf guard stood in attention. His tongue outside his mouth. "Where the bathroom at!"
"Bathroom?" he lifted his head. "uh, I don't work this floor." he said in a raspy voice. "You got puppy pads?"
"No."
He narrowed his views and stepped outside the hall. He went left and there was a door adjacent to his right hand. Another one with a wide door but the knob broken. He turned the corner A door towards the edge of the wall. July opened it and rolled his eyes at the toilet. "Ok but the shower?" he looked at the left corner, it was in the wall with no curtain and a drain at the bottom.
"Wow..."
Back at the room, Mokiri kicked her legs against the bean bag chair. "Oh my god..." she cried. She got to her feet and walked in circles. "A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O Q R S--" the guard rose a brow and peeked in the room. "Uh..."
July appeared beside the guard and beckoned Mokiri to the door. She ran to the light and jogged in place. "Where?"
"Come on." he took her hand and took her to the bathroom. He turned on the bathroom lights and Mokiri rushed to the toilet. "Don't look at me!"
"Girl, don't nobody--"
His head shook and his knees met the floor. "Tag." Siana rounded the edge and Mokiri's jaw dropped. Siana looked down, "Pretty pink panties..." she looked at her. In her left hand a pot, she lifted her hand, "Hold still."