Page 31 of Justice for Samara

“Yeah, that was her excuse. She’s just nosy.”

“Baby, I swear, if you are in the bathtub and I hear slapping sounds, I willnotcheck on you. I’ll just let you drown.” She’d almost quit laughing?almost, but not quite.

“You do that. Didn’t your parents ever do something that embarrassed you?”

“Yeah. I was eight, and I’d stolen a bra from my older cousin. I had it on and I was trying to find things to stuff into it when my mom walked in.”

He laughed. “What did she say?”

“She said, ‘Gurrrrrl, one-a these days you gonna wish you had them little titties back.’ I said, ‘I don’t think so, ma’am.’ And she said, ‘Oh, it’s true. You wait. Have them big ol’ tits and hafta wear slingshots to keep ’em in line. It ain’t no picnic.’ I was so embarrassed. And she made me take the bra back to my cousin and tell her what I did. That was totally humiliating.”

“Your first brush with the law. I like it! So, was she right?”

“About my boobs? Hell no. I’m proud of these girls. They look pretty good compared to some I see.”

“And where do you see boobs?”

“Porn.”

He laughed again. “You watch porn?”

“Well, yeah. Don’t tell me you don’t.”

“I don’t.”

She glared at him. “That’s not true.”

“Okay. Maybe I do, but just?”

“Oh, no. No, no, no. Now you gotta tell me what you like. Schoolgirl fantasy? Stripper? Ménage? BDSM?”

“Mostly ménage.”

“Is that right? Two women?”

“No. Two men.”

“Ah.Nowwe’re gettin’ somewhere.”

“No. We’re not. But we need to. Am I staying tonight?”

“I dunno. Depends on your house.”

“Okay. We should go look around, I suppose.”

“Yeah. I mean, I been standin’ ’round here for ten minutes, waitin’, talkin’ ’bout porn.”

He shook his head and laughed. “Then let’s go.”

CHAPTER 5

He couldn’t just comeout and tell her, but he was excited. She’d liked the house. She’d also said she didn’t want to stay there until the bathroom had a door. Her exact words were, “I ain’t no prude, and I know everybody poops, but I really don’t think I have the need to do it in a bathroom without a door.” That had been fair enough.

They stopped for dinner at the barbecue place and then headed back to the trailer. While they were at the house, he’d packed a go bag so he could get ready there the next morning. There was just one question he needed answered before they were in for the night. “Got a question. Do you think I need a box of condoms?”

“I hope you need a box of condoms. This ain’t no scouting sleep-over. And I’m on the pill, but still…”

“Got it. I’ll just stop up here at the pharmacy.” He whipped into a parking space, got out, and headed for the door, trying hard not to run. How immature would that look? He grinned to himself until he got to the door.

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