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Begrudging still, the sullen boy allowed his tail to lower. Butterfly. He knew it. The word was stupid. Chusi was lucky she was at least pretty (that and, his age - there was something compelling about meeting a girl his age that made him stay put) -- otherwise, Ingram probably would have turned around and left -- quite arrogantly at that.

Her query caused a welt of blushing red to rise to his cheeks - how was he supposed to explain that to her? How did she not know? Was she raised in an oyster shell or something? With all of these questions she asked, he was surprised she did not know everything there was to know about that word already. He couldn't let her see he was affected by such a question, so instead he went the low route: be as vulgar and conceited as possible.

"It's a swear." The little ponce explained superciliously, as if she was supposed to know such a thing. "And it's vulgar because it's when a guy sticks his dick in a girl." Oh, he hit the mark; and he was curious to see how his bluntness affected her. Ingram wasn't about to explain to her what the process was re: dick & girl, mostly because he had never done it - but he wasn't going to let her know that.