The thumping music made it hard to think. Rowdy teenagers filled the rooms, drinking, making out and talking too loudly. One dark room held dancing co...ples, including several paired-off girls undulating closely together. A corner of the big family room was clear of people, and held a single leather barstool. Someone turned the music low, and Sam raised his voice. OK everybody, time for the world-famous Foster kissing contest, he said, to cheers and catcalls. Our judge is little Katie here. Sam. I headed out the door, and as soon as I closed it behind me Omar pulled up in a red shiny sports car. "Hey baby, hop in." I climbed into the car, he smiled at me, and we took off. On the way I called Margo and told her if my dad called to make some excuse. She agreed, a little confused, and went back to her screaming two-year-old son named Peter. Margo was home schooled because it was much easier to care for Peter, and get ready for baby number two, which was due in a couple months. We drove. I don't think any of us expected Jodie's Mom to go down on our Mom. Or that Mom would return the favor.After a while we squirmed back from the edge. The plan was to go to Jodie's room and talk. The party was, quite frankly, getting boring. Couples were still doing it, but we'd seen all we really wanted to see. We ran into a problem, t hough. See, we weren't supposed to be there. But to get to Jodie's room we'd have to pass her parents' bedroom, and there were at least two couples on the bed. "Yeah, being used isn't fun. Remember that part as well. Don't you...go leading someone on."She pulled back from my pointed finger."You have the power to rip someone's heart out far more than a guy does." How so?" Gwen asked, leaning back into me when my hand lowered."Guys don't keep their hearts on their sleeves. A girl can fall for someone, then be pissed at him the next day, then want to be friends, and then be back in his arms all in a week. Most guys don't do that. When we do hand our.