“Sarah, you are such a dork. Oh my god.”Jane circled Sarah’s desk, dropping her bag along the way. She rested her hands on Sarah’s shoulders, ...lowly pushing her down onto her chair, giggling softly as she heard the soft thump of the water bottle slipping from Sarah’s hands and hitting the floor. Turning to clear the table behind her, Jane slowly slid onto it, leaning forward to give Sarah a clear view down the front of her dress and whisper to her. “Come here, I’ve seen you stealing those. Der Wind war ueber ihr Quartier hinweg gefegt, aber dann war das Wasser gekommen… Eine Menge Leute hatten Reissaus genommen, die gesamte Nachbarschaft war nicht mehr da. Auch Judys Eltern hatten sich in den alten Chevy gesetzt und waren Richtung Texas gefahren. Ihre Mutter hatte Judy angebettelt, mitzukommen, es sei sicherer, den kleinen Supermarkt zu vernageln und darauf zu hoffen, dass alles moeglichst schnell vorbei sei, aber nichts zu machen: Die blonde Judy, die unnahbare Schoenheit des. The trembling started again as she arched her back to meet him. He wondered at how perfectly his fingers fit into the small of her back, reminding him of his old favorite catcher’s mitt, along with how right his hand felt at the back of her neck, fingers against her vertebrae, as it did on the neck and frets of his guitar. Tonight, she was his work in progress, and he would make her sing in the way he knew she always could, but didn’t because she held herself back too much. He watched her eyes. ’ ‘Okay — snowstorm it is.’ I leaned back and looked up at her, trying to get into character. ‘What do you have to say about this incident with the boy next door, Cindy?’ ‘I’m s.. s.. sorry stepfather. I shouldn’t have let Joe touch me… but….’ She stopped. I stared at her. She had her eyes downcast and her hands clasped in front of her like she was really ashamed, and she was slightly rocking from foot to foot. She was playing this well. ‘But what?’ ‘But… but sometimes I cannot stand the ache.