" My mom's working in the next room, sewing." I said, hoping she would understand how I didn't want to talk very loudly or explicitly."Well, Friday we...'ll probably spend enough time together to end up hating each other."I looked at the phone, as if was actually Lyn. "Never!" I said firmly. "Besides," I added, trying to cover up my sudden insecurity, "there's tomorrow."Lyn sighed loudly. "Except right after school I have to run downtown to pick up my Mom and take her to her car, then follow her. The exception was a tall redhead who came up to the door before the next wave of kids came and kissed me on the lips. Whispering in my ears “Your the leader so far!” Turning and rushing way before I could say her “What!”The next three hours was a blur of costumes and people of all sizes, By ten I only had the Halloween Kisses and my personal favorites “Rocket” candy rolls left. Putting the fire out in the Jack O’Lanterns I was about to lock the door when a knock came to it. Opening the door. He rustles his newspaper on the pretext of turning the page; really, he wants the girl's attention, and she does not disappoint, she turnsher head to look up at him, hair poised in mid-stroke across her lip he smiles down at her and rests the paper in his lap to pet her softsilky locks, running his arm down the side of her body, her exposed skin cool to his touch she snuggles against him closing her book, tossing it lightly onto the brother's back."Hey!" the brother does not turn to look at the. ”“You were looking femme as fuck,” moaned Cortez. “I love that sissy shit. Were you wiggling that onion booty?”“I was. I offered him a seat and drink while he measured out my portion,” explained Kenji, twirling a couple of his thin, well-maintained dreadlocks. “I poured him some whiskey and sat next to him. He asked why I wasn’t drinking. So, I went and fixed me some gin and juice. I came back and he told me I smelled good, you know. ‘Girly and shit,’ he said. I thanked him and once he was.