Dear Caroline,

We miss you here a lot. It'll be funny going back to school without you. I mean, you were still here a year ago and then you were gone. Thank you for your letter. I'm glad you like where you're living.

Okay, now I have to tell you something incredible, but you have to promise to believe me. It's all true, okay? Then when you're done you'd better throw this letter away. Tear it up first though. Here goes.

Well, you know how boring things get by the end of the summer and you have to admit that you'll be glad when school starts? So I'm bored like that last week, and it's really hot out and the pool is closed because of the filters and I think I'm going to jump out of my skin I'm so bummed. I'm sitting in front of the a.c. flipping through my mom's Vogue Magazine and just looking at the pictures of the models and daydreaming, thinking it must be nice to be a beautiful grown-up like them. I mean a woman. And I'm saying the word, woman, over and over again in my mind and saying, Rachel the Woman, I'm Rachel the Woman, and it sounds good to me. It sounds right. Just hold on, Rache, I tell myself, and you'll get there. Suddenly m mom says, Golly, Rache, why don't you go out or something? I bet you're sorry you didn't go to camp after all. I don't even answer but I'm not sorry I didn't go. I'd rather be bummed right here. All I say is, Mom, did you really say Golly?

Okay, I'm getting to it. So I call up Darcy Bloom and she and I and this girl Melanie who started in fifth just after you moved and who's a lot like you too, same blonde hair, we decide to go down to the park. We walk over to the dog-run except that there's no dog there. It's too hot. There's nobody there. So we sit under a tree and talk about what to do. You remember there's like a wall of trees there? So from the other side of the wall we hear voices, boy voices, and I'm pretty sure one of them is Bobby Brooks who's already twelve you have to know. I say, Let's look and see. Darcy and Melanie aren't into it, but they follow me through the trees and yes, there's Bobby and four other boys pretending to be shooting at one another with invisible guns. There's Mike Kelley and Jeffrey something that they call Jeffie because he hates it and a kid named Paul and another boy I don't really know the name of.

Shit, Bobby says when he sees us. No girls, thank you.

We want to play too, I say in my whiniest voice, just to give him trouble. He's a couple years older than us and the other boys and he likes to show what a tough guy he is.

You can't fucking play, he says. We're playing war. Girls can't play fucking war.

Oh, they're playing war! Pardon me, Fucking war. Wow. Like, I really want to play war with them and their invisible guns. But I'm feeling really teed off that they won't let us so I say, Yes we can. Darcy says, Come on, Rachel, we don't care. Melanie doesn't say anything because she still feels like a new girl. But I decide I want to win this one even if I don't really want to play, so I make myself real girl-like.

Please, Bobby, I say, and wiggle around a lot. Please can we play war?

No fucking way, he says. I want to tell him to wash his mouth out, but I just wiggle some more and say, We can be the nurses, if you get wounded. And I'm thinking, right, those invisible guns are going to do a lot of harm. But I don't say it. I want to win, so I don't make fun of them.

Shit, Bobby, let them be the nurses, Jeffie says. So Bobby agrees. He tells us the hospital will be under one of the trees and tells us to wait there. So Darcy and I and Melanie go and sit under the tree and the boys go on fighting their war, jumping out at one another from behind trees and bushes, and we girls are just waiting, watching the stupid war. This is really boring, Melanie says. Really, Darcy says.

Bobby, I whine, this is really boring.

Fucking shit, he says. He gives me a furious look that actually gets me scared. He starts to come towards me and I don't know what he's planning to do. So I kind of back up and I trip on Darcy a fall sort of into her lap. And Bobby starts laughing, so then the other boys do too.

Okay, Bobby says, like an announcement. Okay, men, he says, somebody has to get wounded.

Fuck that, Mike Kelley says. Bobby glares at him. Fuck that? he shouts, like a question. He tries to say Insubordination and makes a mess of it. Instub hord and ation, he says, or something like that, and he's trying to sound tough like a captain but his voice is breaking because he's twelve. So he turns red, really and truly turns red, and then he says, Fuck it, I'll get wounded myself. Just give me a minute.

Sure, I say. The nurses are waiting though, and I flash him a smile for some reason. He goes back to the war. He forgets to get wounded. This sucks, Darcy says. So I call out his name, just once, sort of sing it out, Bob-b-b-y!

Oh, yeah, he says and says to the other boys, Okay, men, I'm wounded. But I'll be back. Keep up the good work, men. And he comes toward the trees. I'm wounded, he tells us, Help. We get it, Darcy says.

I tell Bobby that I'm the head nurse. He nods. Cool with me, he says. I tell him to come with me and we go a little way into the grove where nobody can see us except Darcy and Melanie who are that near and I tell him to lie down. You COULD act like you're wounded, I tell him. He groans as if he's wounded. I look at the girls and wink to say, I'm winning.

Bobby lies on the grass and I ask him where he's wounded. You're the fucking nurse, he says. Come on, Bobby, I say, just tell me. He points to somewhere on his stomach. I begin to examine him. I press on his stomach. Here?I ask. Sure, he says, why not?

He's starting to tee me off again so I say, No, I don't think so, and I move my hand a little lower. I see that I'm tickling him. Am I getting warmer, I say. And I move it a little lower again. Bobby just lies there making little noises because I'm tickling him. But he just lies there.

Now, Carrie, I went and I did something I still can't believe. Bobby's tee shirt was tucked into his jeans, you know, and suddenly I just tugged it out and there was his naked belly and button. For a second I was afraid he'd be teed and I just stood still. But he didn't do much of anything. Squirmed maybe but that's all.

So I start pressing his stomach again but lower down and now on his bare skin. Pressing just with a couple of fingers. And I press a little harder and I let my fingers slip a little lower until they're right at the top of his pants. I'm making myself a little nervous doing this, you know, but I look up at Bobby's face and, Carrie, his eyes are closed and he has a fun expression, sort of pained but happy too. I don't know. Some kind of funny expression. And I just keep going. I don't let his pants stop me. I push his jeans down a little. Just a little. It's fascinating. Darcy and Melanie move closer and they're watching what I'm doing without a peep. I'm really just staring at Bobby's belly and seeing my fingers pressing it and I almost don't remember they're mine. I'm staring and it's like another girl is doing this. Bobby has a little line of hair going down from his belly button. I see my fingers running up and down this line.

Hey, Bobby, one of the boys yells over, when are you getting out of the hospital? Bobby jumps, like he's been asleep. He sort of barks back, Soon, getting out soon. I lean my whole hand on his stomach and say like a nurse, Not so soon, young fellow, you have a lot of recovering to do. And Bobby says, I swear, Carrie, Bobby says, I know I do, it's okay. There, there, I say, and I put my hand on his forehead and push down and close his eyes for him. Then I go back to his belly.

Oh, God, Carrie. I look down there and I see like his pup, that's what my brother calls his thing, his pup pushing up inside his pants. For a minute I can't think of what to do. I really want to touch it but I'm too scared. Finally I say, Bobby, we're going to have to get you out of this shirt. And I ask Darcy to help me. Bobby lets us do it. He lifts himself up on his elbows and then he lifts one arm and then the other and Darcy has his shirt pulled off. Then she says, Why isn't anyone else getting wounded? And Melanie says, Yeah, why? And what do you know, Jeffie suddenly yells, I'm hit, oh God, I'm hit, help me, and Darcy goes running and brings him back with his arm right across her shoulder like a picture. And then Mikey bites the dust and Melanie has to go get him. Things are really changing. Lots of casualties. The tide was turning, whatever that means.

I want to put my fingers a little way, just a little way, into Bobby's pants but I'm really afraid. So I ask him if it's okay. I mean I'm still playing the game, so I say, I'm afraid the injury is lower down, Bobby. Whatever, he says, really hoarse.

He's lying there and his shirt is lying there next to him and I see that he's sweating, so I wipe his forehead with his shirt and then kind of leave it there on his head covering his eyes. Then I just casually let my hand slide down his body over one of his nipples and down his belly and I take my time and make him squirm a lot. And when my hand gets to his pants this time I just force it on under. But it doesn't go very far. His pants are too tight and he's wearing a belt. What do I do, Carrie? I really wish I had you there to say. I look around for Darcy and Melanie and they each have a boy on the ground now too and they're pretty much imitating me with Bobby but not quite. Darcy has Jeffie's shirt pulled up and she's pretending to do some operation on him down near his belly-button. He looks smooth as a baby. He's our age. He hasn't got that line of hair Bobby has. Melanie has Mikey's shirt off too but she's got her hand right where his penis is, Carrie, right there, I mean where it would be if he didn't have his bluejeans on.

I hear Mikey whisper to Melanie, Don't let Bobby see, don't let Jeffie. Bobby has a blindfold on, stupid, Melanie says, and Jeffie is having an operation, and she laughs at her own joke. We girls look at one another. The other two boys, Paulie and I think his name is Kevin, keep looking over our way, craning their necks, and go on playing their dumb war game which looks really stupid now that there are only two guys fighting the war. Seeing them look so stupid out there makes me feel I'm smarter and stronger and all of a sudden I have no more fear. I mean maybe a little. But not enough to keep me from unbuckling Booby's belt and opening the button on his pants. Then I shove my hand right down them. But like how could I forget that boys wear underpants too? So my hand goes on top of Bobby's shorts and that still makes him groan or something. Very slowly I move down until there's no mistaking that I'm in his pants and just a couple of fractions of an inch away from his penis.

Oh, Carrie, my mom just came in. Okay, I'll get back to you later. I'm not really finished with my story yet. Not nearly.

My mom just felt like passing the time with her favorite daughter. I really wanted to get back to this letter so I didn't say a lot. Gee, Rache, she says, you're kind of sullen today. I'm kind of sullen. Nice. I'm sorry, mom, I said, I'm just writing to Caroline, okay? You really miss her, don't you, my mom says. You bet, I say. My mom said you were a nice girl and a wonderful friend and then she let me get back to writing you. So where was I?

Right. In the last episode we had Bobby Brooks lying under a tree in the park with Rachel Hammerstein's hand part way down his pants, and also Darcy Bloom doing stuff to Jeffie Cheung and Melanie Chapman kind of leaning on Mikey Kelley's penis area. Now Rachel decides it's time to actually get a hold of Bobby's penis and that shouldn't be too hard because his penis really is hard.

I couldn't believe I was doing it but with my other hand I unzipped Bobby's pants and let my hand that was already in them just slide right onto him. Bobby tried to say something but he sounded like he was choking. I think he said Yes or something but I just thought it was funny that all I had to do was move my hand a little and he wouldn't even be able to talk. And I was still on top of his shorts remember.

Bobby, let's pull these down, I said and gave him a tap on the hip to get him to lift himself up so I could pull down his jeans. Bobby lifted up his behind right away, like he didn't even think about it. This was making me so happy, Caroline, I can't even tell you. I pulled down his pants and then he was there in his shorts which are those white kind like panties but with a fly and a place for him to bulge. And he was bulging all right. I had to just stare for a while. His penis area was really stretched up and his underpants looked kind of like a woman's blouse if you know what I mean. I stared and stared because I've never really seen a boy, you know, like that.

Finally I put my hand right on Bobby. I push down on his penis area and, God, the thing is really stiff. It's soft and stiff at the same time, like rubber. Bobby doesn't complain one bit. Carrie, he was so into it it was starting to make me worried. I'd be pressing his penis area down and he'd start to push it back up. He'd be lifting his behind and really pushing against my hand as if I wasn't doing it hard enough for him.

Okay, Bobby, I said, I'm going to move to a different position now. You just stay like you are and I'm going to sit on your legs like twhere I can see things better and do things. So I sit on his legs facing him. I don't even think, am I too heavy. I don't even care. Bobby still has his shirt over his eyes so he can't see how I'm smiling. I'm just feeling incredibly great, Carrie. I do all kinds of things to Bobby. I tickle him on the stomach and sides, I press down really hard with my fingers right into the place above his shorts. I pull out a few of those hairs of his. He says Ow! but he doesn't budge. I really start in on his penis. I bend it every which way. It's such a funny feeling, like it's hard and not hard, it's springy and sort of weird. It just doesn't feel like anything else, that's all. I want Darcy and Melanie to feel it too but I'm afraid to ask yet. I mean, I guess Jeffie and Mikey are okay but they're a lot younger than Bobby and so can't be as big down there. Or have hair.

I look over and now Darcy has Jeffie's pants pulled down a little way and Melanie's still where she was with Mikey. I wave and the girls wave back sort of a Right on, go for it sign. Now, Bobby, I say, there's something I have to do. You have to lie perfectly still no matter what, okay? Bobby sort of moans. Okay, I say, I'm going to start to do it. He tries to lift his head and it looks like he may be reaching for the shirt over his eyes, so I slap his hand and say, Oh no, young man, none of that, do you understand? Just lie completely still, get it? Bobby nods. Wow, Carrie. Here goes, Bobby, I say, work with me. Then, believe it or not, I start to pull Bobby's underpants down. I do it a little at a time in case he freaks out. But he not only doesn't freak, he cooperates. Like lifts himself and helps me when I need it. I go slow anyhow. It's kind of new to me to be honest. Bobby has hair growing above where his penis sticks out. I pull some it and th I really give it a yank. What I really want to do is lift Bobby up by his hair. Somehow I get this across to him and then, like his hair's a handle, I pull straight up and Bobby plays along and shoves his behind up and it's like I'm lifting him. I can tell it hurts him to have his hairs pulled like that but he goes along with me anyway.

Bobby, are you ready now? I say. He knows what I mean. Do you know what I mean, Carrie? I mean I'm going to pull down Bobby's underpants. I play with them a while. I pull up the elastic waist and let it snap back at Bobby. I do it harder and harder and the elastic makes a smacking sound and Bobby jumps a little. Good boy, I tell him. What a good boy Bobby is. He actually smiles like he's a little boy and I'm the teacher and praising him. Okay, Bobby, it's time, I say and just like that I pull his underpants down and his penis is out there and his little balls in their bag. I leave his shorts right under Bobby's nuts because I like the way they make them stand out.

To tell you the truth, Carrie, I'm glad I'm not a boy. I really feel sorry for Bobby with these funny things attached to him that he can't hide. His penis is kind of big and it's twitching around. I keep poking it and it bounces here and there and then comes back where I can poke it again. It's such a stupid thing to do but it doesn't take a lot. And it's doing wild things to Bobby. Like he's a wreck from it. I'm just playing around and he's a wreck. Making noises I can't even describe and squirming. It doesn't take much I guess. So that's why I'm glad that I'm a girl and not a boy. But I'm really learning things doing this. It's what my mom calls a Learning Experience. I'm having one. And I think Bobby may be having one too.

All I want to do is poke around on Bobby and see how his things work. I kind of scoop his nuts up and roll them around and dig my finger into them. They feel totally strange. Hard and bouncy like tiny squash balls. I guess there's a reson they're called balls. They don't really feel like nuts, you know. Bad Choice of Words. Groan. And inside and all around them there's this stuff, just this lumpy stuff sticking out and you can move absolutely everything around in there. It's so weird, Carrie, and I'm so glad I don't have them and you don't either so I can tell you about them. Then I squeeze them tight and they start to bulge, and I don't think Bobby is liking this so much so I make a deep voice and say, Lie still, Bobby, and take it like a soldier. And I look over and Darcy and Melanie are breaking up. Also, Darcy has Jeffie's penis out now through the fly in his underpants and she's wagging it around. But I can hardly see it because her hand is hiding it and it's not that big, I mean Jeffie's penis, but Darcy's hand also.

So Bobby tries to lie still and I'm getting into making it hard for him, no pun intended. I squeeze his little sack tight and his nuts or balls or whatever stand out and then I kind of snap my finger against them. Bobby lets out such a yowl it makes me jump. Ow, shit, he yells, and everybody stops what they're doing. I think I've broken his trance and there was more I wanted to do, and I'm also afraid he's teed and is going to be a tough boy again. Then something clicks in my brain and suddenly I'm fine, I'm not afraid. Be strong, Bobby, I say, be tough, and I just snap my finger the same way again and he does jump a little and let out a squeal but that's all. He's really trying to be tough, but for me so that's not so bad. I start to say, Good boy, then I think No, say Good man, then I think No again, say Good boy. So I say Good boy, Bobby, my good little boy and I wrap my hand around his penis and squeeze, and Bobby loves it.

I want to get a good look at Bobby's pup so I bend over and put my eyes close to it and hold it between my fingers. I wish I had a magnifier. But here's what it looks like. There's a long part at's fairly smooth and it's got a dark border on the top. Then there's some lighter skin that's also less smooth and more wrinkly. And this wrinkled skin has a tiny flap, sort of, that connects to a big reddish rim that looks like what happens when you roll up a sweater sleeve. It's kind of rolled up, I mean it looks that way. And then there's the tip, which is round and has a tiny slit on the very top. The whole penis looks totally like a fire-hydrant with that cap on top. But I don't think that's how it's supposed t look. I mean, I think they do something to it when boys are still babies to give it that look. Wait here, Carrie.

Okay, I'm back. I just ran out to ask my mom what that thing they do to boys is. She said she didn't know what I meant. Oh, come on, mom, I said, I have to finish my letter to Carrie. You're writing about circumcision to Carrie? she says. I shocked her into saying it. Circumcision. Why are you writing about that to Carrie? mom asks. I tell her I was just joking. But what is that thing anyhow, I ask. Well, honey, mom says, when a boy is a very tiny baby they take a little bit of skin from his, ah. Mom isn't sure what to call it. She's trying to sound like that Becoming A Woman book. Oh, right, girls, there's nothing wrong with it, it's really beautiful, wait till you get your monthlies kind of stuff. Mom is struggling to say Penis. I try to be helpful. Pup, I say, like my kid brother. Penis, mom finally says. They cut off a very tiny piece of skin from his penis, she says. Why on earth, I ask her. It helps him keep it clean when he grows up, mom says, and some people, Jews and Moslems, do it for religion. For religion? I can't believe that. And mom can't explain it either. I mean, if God wanted boys' penises to look like fire-hydrants couldn't he have made them that way? Then mom says, Anyhow, honey, it looks better. Then she realizes that's a weird thing to say to a ten year old girlWhates it look like without the skin cut off, mom, I ask. Wll, she says, you'd have to know what it looks like circumcised. Oh, God, Carrie, what do I do? Just for instance, I say. Mom says it looks like a hose sort of. I want to say, You mean instead of like a hydrant, but I don't. I say, That doesn't sound very pretty, I mean a hose coming out of a man's body. Then I get wicked and I say, You know, mom, I'd rather have the hydrant than the hose. Mom gives me a funny look. Someday, she starts to say, but I say, It's okay, mom, I can wait.

So now you know all about boys being circumcised. I'm really interested in that. Imagine, you're walking down the street or you're in the school-yard and all the boys are there playing tough and you and I know that each and every one of them has something cut off of his penis. Don't they think we know? Who are they fooling? Anyway, I start to run my finger around and around the rim where Bobby was circumcised. I just keep on doing it and he's squirming and making peeps and if he was in a trance before he starts to look really hypnotized now. He's got this look on his face like he's in another world. And I wish I knew how to tell you about this, Carrie, but I'm sort of understanding what's happening to Bobby. He is in another world. He's in my world, he's Rachel's boy with a penis now, just there for me to play with. I feel this total power over him. I joo and they see what's going on and Paulie says, Hey, I'm wounded too. Right, Darcy says. Me too, Kevin chimes in, also wounded and he groans like he's in pain and starts to open his pants.

Bobby, you have such a big dick, Mikey says. Look, he says and looks around at everyone even though everyone's already looking. I'm a little nervous, because I don't think Bobby's going to like people watching, especially other boys. Then I have one of those thoughts, Who cares what he likes, and I go on circling his rim and thumping his squash balls and every so often I smack his penis. Now that everyone is watching I really put it on. Like I'll snap my finger into Bobby's sack and look up at the boys and they're standing there with their mouths wide open and when I let my finger fly they all kind of cringe. Like they know what it feels like. And I keep doing it and they keep cringing. Then I bend to take a close look at Bobby's penis and there's some wet stuff, like a glob of it, on the slit of his penis. I reach over and pull the shirt off of Bobby's eyes. Open your eyes, Bobby, I say. He tries to but the light gets to him. Keep trying, I say. Open wide. He does and he sees everybody, boys too, just standing staring at what I'm doing. I keep my finger going around his rim because I think that's what keeps him hypnotized, but I get really rough with him with my other hand. I can tell how I'm doing by how much Jeffie and Mikey and the other boys cringe. They cringe a lot, believe me, Carrie, but Bobby just lies there and takes it.

You're such a good boy, Bobby, I say. Isn't he, everyone? Oh, yes, the girls say. The boys just look confused.

III

But we're all into what I'm doing to Bobby, the boys too. They're kind of jealous and they're impressed with how big I'm making Bobby's penis. That's what it's about, Carrie. It's his penis, but it's really mine or, I mean, it really belongs to us girls because we make it move and the boy can't help it. Everybody's just standing there watching and Bobby doesn't even care. I mean it must be bad enough for him to be that way for a girl without having boys seeing it too. But he just lets me go right on with it. I keep running my finger around his rim, over and over and over again really slow and he's so hypnotized it's ridiculous. He's really in a mysterious trance. He makes little noises, sometimes like squeaking, sometimes like groaning, and he squirms around. But he's just lying on the grass naked with that wetness on his penis tip and letting me do it and even the boys are watching and everyone's mouth is hanging open. Jeffie still has his pants around his ankles and when I look up there's Darcy running her hand up and down him, I mean right over his penis area which is sticking out a little and it's like she doesn't even know she's doing it. Everybody is in a trance I think. Not me though. I know what I'm doing. I'm wide awake.

Or maybe not. Because all of a sudden we hear voices from the other side of the trees and everybody freezes. Like we forgot we were even in the park, you know? Jeffie quickly pulls his pants up. Everybody kind of pulls themself together except Bobby and m. I decide to scare Bobby a little, let him think strangers are going to come into the grove and see us. But he doesn't care about it. It was unbelievable, Carrie. I mean, as long as I kept playing with his penis he wasn't going to move no matter what. He was like my slave. He just wanted me to do what I wanted and he didn't care who saw. Or maybe he cared somewhere in his brain but couldn't do anything about it. Like he was divided in two. He would have run away except he couldn't move kind of thing. It all made me feel like a magician but I'll get back to that.

Rache, we better stop, Darcy says. I knew she was right so I said, I guess so, but then what? Then Paulie says, Kevin and me didn't get a turn. Well there's only three of us, Darcy says. We could do more than one at a time, I say, but where can we go? There's no one home at my house, Melanie says, my mom works in the afternoon. So we decide we'll all go to Melanie's. Bobby gets up and puts his clothes on but he's still kind of dazed. When we start to leave the park I take his hand. Then I grab Kevin's hand with my other one and Darcy takes Jeffie and Melanie takes Mikey and then she grabs Paulie with her other hand and we all march out except the boys don't seem so much like soldiers anymore. They're sort of, I don't know, sort of sullen.

We're waiting to cross at the light and Gina, the sister of Pam Nardi who they used to call Nerdy, comes along with another girl. They're thirteen and look like real women with lipstick and bosoms and short skirts and those sneakers with heels. Hi, Rache, whatcha up to? Gina says. Hi, Gina, I say, we're just going over to Melanie's house and these boys are going to take off their clothes. I squeeze Bobby's hand and look his way to see his red face and him staring down. I love it, Carrie. I don't know what made me blurt it out like that but I love it.

The funny thing is that Gina and her friend aren't shocked at all. Sounds good, Gina's friend says. Would you like to come with us? I say. I'm sure these boys would like to have girls with bosoms around. Raincheck, Gina says. She's so cool. She just says Raincheck. Then she leans over and whispers in my ear, Let 'em keep their socks on, doll, it'll really make them know. I nod okay even though I don't even know. Then she says, Oh, yeah, and don't let them cream too soon. I sort of get what she means. Sort of. Maybe not. But the way she just whispers these things to me makes me feel I'm a genuine woman too. Like it doesn't matter how old you are. If you can do this stuff to boys you're up there with the women. Still, it will be good to have a bosom, don't you think? Maybe not so good to have some things though. We'll see, right?

We still have a couple blocks to Melanie's. And the boys are really sullen by now, slowing down and stuff, and I'm afraid they won't want to go along with it any more. We're all still holding hands but I can feel Bobby pulling a little. I have to kind of drag him. All I can think of is if I don't get him to Melanie's fast and put him under hypnosis again right away he'll just pretend it never happened. And if Bobby takes off, and this time I don't mean his clothes, then the other boys do too. I whisper to Darcy these things I'm thinking. She whispers, Keep cool, Rache, I have an idea. Then she says out loud, Wow, Bobby, you sure had Rache working hard back there. Bobby sort of grunts, Oh, yeah, did I? You sure did, Darcy says. Bobby shrugs his shoulders but makes a little smile, like he's pleased that he made me work hard. I don't know what Darcy thinks she's doing with this. Like I really wore myself out running my finger around Bobby's penis. Phew, I'm so exhausted. So I'm getting teed at Bobby and I'm about to at Darcy too, but then she says, You really owe Rachel, you know, Bobby.