The door slammed shut behind her. Dexter stood there staring at the door, and then looked down at the floor. He was going to miss her. He went to the ...tudy, to work, hoping that would take his mind off of her absence. He found that he couldn’t concentrate.In the one week Amber had spent with him, she had become an integral part of his life. She had cooked, cleaned, run errands, chauffeured, and generally taken care of him. She had shared his bed at night. She had talked to him when things were. A boy, of about eleven. No, no, older thanthat, about thirteen. He was just a weakling, undeveloped, a teenagerwho gave the impression of still being a child. Here alone, young man? Don't you have friends to share this miserablefair with? Why do you just stand there by yourself, eating your drippingice cream?As if on cue, three other young men approached him. Even from adistance, I could tell they were no friends of this boy. I couldn't hearwhat they said to him, but I could read the. The bus stopped. People got on and off. But all I was aware of was the man behind me.I started to moan not so loud and I was deeply ashamed, because some people around had noticed my arousal.The man finally lifted my skirt, but I did not move away. I bit my lips trying to stop from moaning.I felt the fabric of the man’s pants now against my nearly bare ass. He was humping softly and I was pushing back with every thrust. I felt my skirt was lifted up to my waist, his hand was squeezing my ass. .. some kind of whore!" Her teeth clenched as she spat out the word; it left her lips like some bit of bad food."Parading where? I've just been walking around my house. Oh, excuse me, your house. I wasn't aware that doing so made me some kind of fallen woman." Lucy stood barely an inch shorter than her mother, and she showed no signs of backing down. Arguing like this had become something of a nightly ritual since John Barrett's death, and both women had plenty of practice by now."You know damn.