I’m supposed to say, ‘Grandma, what big eyes you have,’ and all that shit? And why would I have sex with you in my grandma’s bed?”“Not in ...t, on it. C’mon, you know you want it. You know you want to because it’d be hot and nasty,” he said as he rolled onto his back and spread his legs.He had her there. She’d wanted him too. He was rebellious, and her mother despised him. That was reason enough to fuck him, right?“Okay, but I’m not calling you ‘grandma.’”“Suit yourself.”Cheri sighed and rolled. ”“It looks like it,” I replied. “You want me to get that for you?”“I’m not that old,” he laughed as he strode toward the kitchen.“Think I’ll just stretch out here on the carpet for a minute,” he said when he returned. “My back is killin’ me.”He gingerly lowered himself to the floor and stretched out. My eyes darted from the television to Don’s body constantly.“I just can’t get comfortable,” he said as he rolled onto his back. He raised his arms above his head and stretched.My eyes. "What?" Patty asked."Since I'm the only boy, maybe I should just call out a girl's name, and that girl kisses me."The girls looked at one another again, and then shrugged. Patty smiled and said, "Sure." Cool. And I get a piece of clothing from everybody I kiss."Quick looks went around, and after a couple of seconds and some nervous giggles, the three girls agreed.This was the moment that I had been waiting for. I called out, "Camille!"The other two girls looked saddened that they weren't. “Your boyfriend?” I asked, ignoring the birth control comment.“Not sure if he still is, but… Yeah, that guy I was at the trade show with today. The asshole who ran off with that raven-haired slut. Maybe he’s plowin’ her as we speak. Maybe he won’t even be home when I get home, but still. I don’t wanna take no chances.”“Your boyfriend?” I asked again, not comprehending.“Yup. He’s my boyfriend, not my colleague. I lied. Dragged him to the show, so I could have an escort. You wouldn’t have.