Little Johnny was 7 years old and like
other boys his age rather curious.
He had been hearing quite a bit about 'making out'
from the older boys, and he wondered what it was
and how it was done.
One day he took his question to his mother, who
became rather flustered. Instead of explaining
things to Johnny, she told him to hide behind the
curtains one night and watch his older sister and her boyfriend.
This he did. The following morning, Johnny
described EVERYTHING to his mother.
"Sis and her boyfriend sat and talked for a while,
then he turned off most of the lights.
Then he started kissing and hugging her. I figured
'Sis must be getting sick, because her
face started looking funny.
He must have thought so too, because he put his
hand inside her blouse to feel her heart,
just the way the doctor would. Except he's not as
smart as the doctor because he seemed to have
trouble finding her heart. I guess he was getting
sick too, because pretty soon both of them started
panting and getting all out of breath.
His other hand must have been cold because he
put it under her skirt.
About this time 'Sis got worse and began to moan
and sigh and squirm around and slide
down toward the end of the couch. This was when her
fever started. I knew it was a fever, because Sis
told him she felt really hot.
Finally, I found out what was making them so
sick......-a big eel ;had gotten inside his pants somehow.
It just jumped out of his pants and
stood there, about 10 inches long, honest,
anyway he grabbed it in one hand to keep it from
getting away.
When Sis saw it, she got really scared-her eyes got big,
and her mouth fell open, and she started
calling out to God and stuff like that. She said it
was the biggest one she's ever seen; I should tell
her about the ones down at the lake by our house!
Anyway, Sis got brave and tried to kill the feel by
biting its head off.The eel spit on her face
a little bit and then, All of a sudden she
grabbed it with both hands and held it tight while he
took a muzzle out of his pocket and slipped it
over the eel's head to keep it from biting again.
Sis lay back and spread her legs so she could get
a scissor-lock on it and he helped by lying
on top of the eel. The eel put up a hell of a fight.
Sis started groaning and squealing and her
boyfriend almost upset the couch. I guess
they wanted to kill the eel by squashing it
between them.
After a while they both quit moving and gave a
great sigh. Her boyfriend got up, and sure enough,
they killed the eel. I knew because it just
hung there, limp, and some of its insides were
hanging out.
Sis and her boyfriend were a little tired from the battle,
but they went back to courting anyway.
He started hugging and kissing her again. By golly,
the eel wasn't dead! It jumped straight up
and started to fight again.
I guess eels are like cats- they have nine lives or
something. This time, Sis jumped up and
tried to kill it by sitting on it. After about a 35
minute struggle, they finally killed the eel. I knew
it was dead, because I saw Sis's boyfriend peel
its skin off and flush it down the toilet.