My dad left us when I was 2 years old, so I don’t know him that well. She looked beautiful. “9:30,” she said, looking down at my knees, “Get to her house by 9:30,” then she took off for the door and picked up her jogging shoes. I stayed in the room until she finished her phone call. Umm, can you do me a favor?” Jessica is Kim’s friend, but she is 17 and is in my grade. She moaned a little at the touch, but came back to earth when I shook her gently, her eyes finally opening, “Jess?”
“Yeah,” she replied in a barely audible whisper. I checked the clock again, ‘9:28’. Her eyes were still closed, her lips wet and slightly open. I opened the door to my blue, rusty Cadillac. After about the third ring, I gently put my right hand on her shoulder, just touching her neck.
