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“How much peyote did you eat?”

“I’m not high on peyote, Darla. I’m high on you.”

Is it mooning if you’re already naked?

if we weren’t meant to be together, I had Josie as a fallback.

If she didn’t work out—I had myself as a fallback. Always.

My breathing slowed as I willed it to behave, breathing in and out like a woman in labor. Which was apt—I was birthing a new life, right?

(I never thought about that … that a threesome didn’t need to have all three climaxing @ the same time. In this case, Trevor came first, and then he and Joe worked in tandem (Trevor strumming Darla’s clit as Joe penetrated her vaginally) so that Joe and Darla could finish too.)

“Charlie always said that instruments are like people. They need to be a part of the action to be useful,”

Those guys were hot, too—the cover showed abs so tight you could put a piece of coal on them and have them do five hundred crunches and get a diamond.

It was as if standing here, the three of us touching, were creating an entity more powerful than each of us separated, individuals who were lesser when we weren’t connected and together.

Mom and Dad had spent so much time and money on tutoring and lessons and music appreciation and cultivating two languages, but as I sat here watching Trevor joke with this guy, the two talking football now, I felt like the uneducated one.

If he’d snarled while chewing he couldn’t have appeared more beast-like.