“I know you got to first base, but did you get to second? XXX I knew dinner was waiting and I knew Paul wasn’t going to get any further than he had, so I went around to the basement door and knocked on it until, face flushed and shirt askew, Paul answered. “Yup. I was happy to join in, happy to feel his wet tongue meeting mine time and again, happy to feel his hands drifting along my side, my spine, happy to feel his warm breath in my hair, on my cheek, my neck, and my breastbone. You can pretend I’m Brittany and I can pretend you’re someone other than my brother.”
“Who? A hit and run, for example? I’ve already established that physically I was, I thought, attractive.




















