It was already wet that morning from the dream I had woken up from. After about a minute of sitting still, Becca slowly raised herself up about an inch before sinking back down. Could you move then?”
The words were no sooner out of my mouth that Becca was off of my lap and knelt down on all fours on the couch next to me. Becca didn’t want to have to make a choice but when the time came, she chose to stay with me so she could continue on in school with the same friends she’d had since second grade. “Shit!” I reached over and slammed the lid closed and looked back but Becca’s face was a mask by this time. Let’s move somewhere a little more comfortable first, though.” Saying this, Becca slid off the front of the washing machine and let her body slide along mine until her feet found the floor. “Damn, hearing you say things like that is so hot, baby!
