"Bonnie, look, Deb and Kenny. They're fucking. Right over there." Geez, let's hope Mom and Dad don't wake up. I mean it's one thing for us to be doing...it with our boyfriends but with our brother, ew." Well, I do sympathize with Kenny, watching all of you having sex and him just with his hand." Yeah, I guess I'm not exactly shocked, I've wondered about Deb and Kenny for a while now." You mean, doing it. The two of them?" Yeah, nothing exact, just little things. I'll bet this isn't the first time. Misty. Not in the picture but on the stool in front of me!“Misty!”“Dad!. I…what did you call me?”“Julie, I mean.”My daughter turned and looked at the screen of her computer then back at me.“Oh,Fuck!” she said.“Oh, fuck indeed.” I was livid. “What do you think you’re doing?”There was silence for a moment then she looked up at me and a smile spread across her face.“Actually, father dear. I’m doing what you asked me to do and I think you find it pretty exciting.”“How dare you…” I began but she. "Tell me anyway!" he said in a soft voice."I'm imagining what it would be like, Sir? Like, if you were doing it to me? Like my brother does? If you rubbed me down there?" Are you a virgin, Patty?" Oh yes, Father! I've never gone all the way! Never!" Would the priest be surprised, she thought, if he she told him that some of her friends had lost their cherries and were already fucking for the boys, even before they were twelve?"I don't believe you, young lady. I think you've been fucked, haven't. Sunlight splatters her pale chest, igniting her catspaw tattoos.“Hey,” she says. Her brow is furrowed. Uh-oh. What the hell did I do this time?She's holding a pair of garden shears that I recognize as belonging to our neighbor across the street, a guy in his late forties. She was supposed to return them this morning.“You're not going to kill me, are you?” I say, hoping to pry a laugh out of her. It's not working.“Claudia,” Britt says, “our fucking neighbor. Do you know what he did when I went.