Cinda pulled the last drops from my tip, kissed it one last time, and climbed up my body to place her head in its usual spot on my left shoulder. On the other hand, we’ll be available to babysit and we don’t charge. I turned once I was about twenty-eight feet from the basket, jumped up and fired off a long jumper. Cinda hugged me as we laughed at our obvious failure to recognize even that basic need. Her pubic area was trimmed neatly into an inch-wide landing strip. CHAPTER 21
Orientation Week was here before we realized. We’re allowed. Granted, it did happen to me back when my asshole grandfather tried to kill me, but this was Cinda. Unfortunately, I saw what he was about and stepped into his path just as he began the drive.