Most people called them the Debs and some called them sluts. Rigby was not sure what they meant but he knew it was bad. He had also seen that some boy...s, usually called jocks, had peroxided their hair over the summer and now had orange or yellow crew-cuts. And then there were the motor scooter guys, mostly ninth graders, who roared around before and after school on their Cushman’s, giving girls a ride and racing each other.At the end of the second week of school there was a Saturday night dance. He was staring up at two giant, white, fatty ass cheeks withonly the thinnest strand of red latex proceeding up her crack in theform of a shiny thong.She peered at him over her shoulder and smiled wickedly before pullingthe smelly thong to the side and lowering her jiggling mass onto hisface. Darius' head felt two hundred plus pounds of woman press herblubbery ass into his every facial feature. His head was plastered intothe leather as he got his first smell and taste of her wide bottom.He. The world was soft and beautiful. The tea was hot. We were silent together. It was a perfect moment. You began to feel as if you were living it in slow motion, in high relief. You felt full and still. You marveled at how easy it was to be silent together – no need to speak – no awkwardness – no need to fill the gap with chatter. We finished our tea. You put down your cup and smiled and took my hand. You lead me to your new bed. You took off your kimono. You undressed me. You pulled me into bed. If nothing else, I want to tell my family I'm alive." I doubt we'll find it, but looking can't hurt," Justin agreed. "That wasn't what you were thinking of, though..." No."Her lovers were silent, waiting. Alicia took a deep breath."I think ... we should find a home." Home?" Daium looked puzzled."The ship is wonderful, Daium. I love it. But ... I don't want to raise my children on a ship. Do we really want their entire lives to be inside these walls? To know nothing else, except for a couple.