Page 109 of Fervency Love

“If we don’t stop right now, I’ll have to take you here and now. My dick is rock-hard. And people are staring.”

I make a sound. Nothing clear, just a grunt. Ve grabs me by the wrist and pulls me along.

“What’s the plan for today?”

“I have to go to my cousin’s, but Dad said he will take me. I’ll let you know as soon as I’m back. Will you be at home or at the Den?”

“With the boys, I reckon.”

We part ways by my block. I stand in place a while longer, watching him disappear.

After dinner, Dad takes me to my cousin’s. He is supposed to help me with physics. I’m totally out of my depth.

“You’re not staying at home alone today.” Dad’s voice cuts through the silence that has fallen in the car.

“Why?” I ask.

“Because I’m afraid someone will come over while we are at Daisy Valley.”

“What? You’re paranoid. I always lock the door.”

“Yes, but if a ‘friend’ wanted to come in, you’d let him.”

Jesus, this can’t be happening. Is he being serious now? His words have a hidden meaning.

“You need to be careful. I know what hormones can do to your head at your age,” Dad is saying. “I know what they did to me.”

Holy shit, this chat is getting pretty awkward. I’m not in the mood for it.

“I know,” I retort.

“What did you just say?” The shock on his face is ridiculous. He looks like he’s seen a ghost.

“What? I’m right here, aren’t I? It isn’t hard to count the years.” He’s so dumbstruck, he’s just sitting there. “Don’t worry.I don’t intend to follow your example,” I add to finish his suffering.

“Do you have intercourse?”

Ha, that’s a good one!

“You have to be kidding if you think I’ll tell you.”

“I’d like to know.”

“Well, you won’t.”

“Jesus, Abigail, don’t rush it.”

“Stop freaking out about it!”

Luckily, we’re close to home now. I rush out of the car as soon as it stops. Mom is in the kitchen, cleaning. She asks me about school. Fuck, I hate questions like that. Why bother when you’ll get the intended effect anyway?

“I got a C on the test.”

“Oh,” she says, making a face that makes me want to end this chat this very moment.

“What? Too low?”

“For all the money I’m paying for your private lessons, yes. Too low.”

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