She leaned in to kiss her boyfriend goodbye for the day and then got in her black Toyota Corolla. She revved the engine and put her hard rock/scream-o... mix CD in. She waved one last time and left, stereo blaring. She felt nervous as she approached the grey building. Moriah turned the car off, collected her belongings and made her way to the door. She felt sick as she looked for the room she rented out. Moriah had always been shy, and had never been much of a public speaker, even while in grade. Once again, with him feeling as if she was the man and he was the woman, not taking no for an answer, not that he would ever say no to her kissing him, she kissed him again. With that one, long, wet kiss sealing his fate, she erased all speculation of her age from his mind. Now it didn’t matter how old she was. He didn’t care how old she was. He was falling in love with her. Yet, what was he even thinking doubting her age? No minor child could kiss him like this. What was he even thinking dare. Preparations finished, I bounded down the stairs toward the patio door. I was really looking forward to spending some time with my little neighbor-friend. I slid the door open and paused, not wanting Kimmy to see how excited I was and perhaps get the wrong impression. The scorching heat assaulted me in waves. My head began to throb and nausea washed through me. It was late September, but we were experiencing the hottest Indian summer on record.Kimmy had finished her swim and was lying facedown. Sheila had told CC that she, CC, would be her support.I called Gerald. "Gerald. Sean. Russell has been bringing me up to speed about the drive home. You know the undergarment that Sheila dotes on. Russell tells me that CC will taking its metaphorical place when she has a baby. I think we need to move CC's permanent room up the priority list."Phone: Good morning to you too. Has Russell told you about the smell? Oh shit. I had a feeling I knew what sort of smell was involved. Sheila is a.