"I think," Vicky said, jean covered knees drawn up to her chin, "Mom is going to start to try to find things for me to do for the rest of the summer. ...Keep us out of trouble. I heard her talking with Dad." That sucks," Bobby said. She nodded."Yeah, but it makes sense. The more time we're just hanging around, the more chance we'll get bored, and decide to have some REAL fun. Plus, you know, we do often spend time bitching there's nothing to do." Yeah," Kevin nodded. "My parents have said the same. ”“What are you talking about? You wipe the table with a rag. Easy money.”“I don’t know. I’ll think about it.” Was always my final answer.“Eh right.” He waved it off. “What are you doing?”He scoffed. “Frankie moves but leaves his garbage here for me to deal with. That kid’s unbelievable. So, I’m clearing out the garage, but it’s too damn hot out here. Where you headed, Georgy?”“Home. It’s too hot to go anywhere.”“Hell, yeah it is.” He wiped the sweat from his bald forehead. “What you been up. He laughs behind the blank white mask as I groan. I shake my head in protest. He shakes his head, more slowly. He's got some sort of short wide belt. It's a collar as deep as my neck is long. He fastens it in place. It holds my head rigid. He tells me I must learn acceptance. I don't believe him. I won't believe him. He takes off his trousers, hangs them neatly over the back of the chair. He's going to rape me but he wants to make sure his trousers don't get creased. He takes me on the floor.. " Oh, oui oui."Our lips came together and opened almost immediately to allow the other passage, our tongues linking together, almost fighting for equal opportunity in each other's mouth. We were tasting, sucking up the other's warmth and moisture, our faces soon dripping with saliva. Upon separating I looked deep into Caitlin's eyes, eyes I could learn to love quite easily I realized, if I hadn't already. I had to ask the question, just to make sure."Caitlin, are you on the pill?" I asked Mom.