" Oh. So what do we do?" Just wait."Chloe leaned against the pole. I looked around, hoping to see a stump or any other thing I could sit on, but there...was nothing. I didn't want to sit on the grass in my skirt."I wish they had a bench."Chloe just nodded. I looked up at a tree and saw the little brown bird.Soon we heard the low rumble of an engine, and the bus approached. With hisses and squeals, it stopped in front of us and its door popped open."Come on," Chloe said, and she scrambled up into. I could remember how Dad worked long hours every day, usually not returning home for the night. Mom would find lipstick and perfume on his shirts when she did the laundry. She never said anything because she feared her life would fall apart. Anybody could tell that Mom was lonely in a failing marriage. Her normal, happy attitude changed into a sad, depressed one. The love they shared was lost. Their relationship seemed distant. They lived their own separate worlds. Eventually, I dozed. I had chosen rings instead of the barbells Rae had and already knew the rings I wanted. My artist, the proper term for someone who did tattoos and related stuff, got them from the display case and placed them on the tray near the table where the work would be done. He told me to take off my shirt and lie on my back on the table. Driving up in the car I felt a little tingle of sexual excitement, and now that I was there and I actually would have to strip to the waist, I really felt a little hum. This is completely unprincipled and degenerate but, if I got him to have sex with Sue, then he'd have to keep it a secret because he'd be even more guilty than I. He could go to jail because she's underage. Seriously underage. So this is what I'm going to do:1. First I have to be sure that he'll do it, even though she's only eleven and is his cousin. I'm pretty sure that he will. When she got out of bed, after he caught us last night, he looked at her as if he'd like to have her. She is.