”“You were on the bus, too?”She nodded and said, “Yes. I’m an assistant for Coach.”“But you’re only in sixth grade.”“Yes, but if t...e school board had made a different decision, I might have been a player on the team.”Heather interrupted, saying, “Civia’s something of a phenom and may well be the best of us, despite that she’s only in sixth grade.”Mr. Jameson again looked around at us, particularly at the blushing Civia, his eyes wide.“Is that right? I’ve not heard of anything like that. The next thing I know he was climbingthrough the mirror onto the dresser and into my room.I was shaking with fear. I was certain that he was Satan coming toclaim my soul. I stepped back to the window and silently watched him.He was young, about my age. He was brown but much lighter than I firstthought. In the bedroom light he seemed so light he could almost passfor white. His dark hair was kind of long and full. He looked as if hejust pushed it back from his face and it fell almost to his. After some time during another sex session I made her admit that she’d like to be fucked by George Clooney (that is her idol), astonished for the confession I asked her if I could watch them and she answer “maybe”.Two month ago during our winter vacation in Cuba we were in the beach and she asked to me to put sun lotion on her back.I hate to have oiled hands and joking I propose to pay the beachboy to do this job.Since she doesn’t say no I call Julio, a young mulatto about 20 yo, and give him. Then, she leaned back against my stomach, like a big overstuffed chair. Boy, was I overstuffed.“Mommy?”“Yes, Rayn.”“Can you play Hunt with us?”“Do I have to?” I arched my neck and look up at him, but he was upside down. How terrible was that? He wants his mother and I ask if I have to. “What about Wolf? He likes that game.”“He cheats.”“Wolf cheats? I didn’t know wolves knew what cheating was.”“Okay, but he finds us too fast.”Not surprising I thought. They spend more time giggling and whispering.