You wicked, wicked thing. XXX Jackie was one of those girls, who were headed for early motherhood, washed out by the age of thirty, ending up with some loser because everybody else had had her in the bushes and didn’t want her in their home. “No, you’re not!” I said, not knowing whether I was angry at him or myself. In the worst-case scenario, the boys would embody all of the above. He sucked a little harder and pushed the finger deeper. “I’ll be right up.”
I stood up and bent over to pick up the huge gauze scarf that I used as a long skirt sometimes, which also served as a mini dress when wrapped around my body. “What?” I asked rudely, hoping he wasn’t coming out into the garden.
