” He knelt on a chair cushion at the foot of my chaise and leaned over. “My God,” I heard him whisper. I felt his hot breath against my vulnerab...e womanhood. After lingering for what felt like forever, he finally ran his tongue up my closed pussy lips. “What are you doing?” “Darlin’, I’m just doing what your cocky, piece of shit husband should be doing, but isn’t.” His tongue moved up and down my lips again, sending a jolt of electricity up my spine. His fingers gently spread my red lips. His. But Page was concentrating just as much as Carl was except on a different subject. She was watching Willow.They had used makeup, dust and some of the detritus from the explosion to make Willow's arms and legs look dirty, like she had been working in the fields. Her short black hair was slicked down to look like it had not been washed in a long while. There was makeup on her face that made her look filthy and neglected. The course material covering her body completed the look.The man reclining. PIG PENIf I stayed home, our class would be even smallerVIOLET GRAYI never got around to reading the book we were supposed to read over the weekend.5I started to read it, but I couldn’t understand it.PEPPERMINT PATTYWhat book?MARCIEReally sir... SALLYHow come we ride a bus to school? Why don’t they haul us there in a truck and dump us in the back with the rest of the trash?MARCIEStill having trouble with fractions, huh?PEGGY JEANYou’re eating cold cereal while you are waiting for the bus?PIG. ”“Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Grant,” I said.Then it hit me and I burst out in laughter.“You only just figured it out now, Yankee?” Stephie asked with a laugh and a shake of her head. “You’re denser than I thought!”“Well, I suppose it could be worse — your last name could have been Sherman!”“Son, that’s a swear word in Geo’gia!” her dad said with a smile. “Stephie tells me you aren’t too bad, at least as far as Yankees go.”“I was born in California, which in my mind makes me Californian, not a Yankee,” I.