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Show All the Variables & Other Love Stories 4 I shrugged. "I wouldn't care." Dad nodded. "Hey, Kyle, just be careful, huh?" "Sure. I'll wear my seatbelt." "Good man," Dad said, but he wasn't paying attention anymore. It was Michaela I had been with the night before. I hadn't intended to sleep with her so soon, I guess out of respect for Brandon, our being brothers and all, but it was just as well. It was going to happen sooner or later anyway, no use fooling myself about it. The party hadn't been nearly as crazy as I made it out to be; in fact, I wouldn't have bothered getting drunk or stoned if I hadn't already told my mom I was going to. But that passed most of a dead scene, and it was pretty late when I suggested we ditch out. Michaela, sober as God's truth, drove my car around town a while, parked in an abandoned lot, and started playing with the button of my pants. "Right here in the car?" I asked. "Why not? Ask me. I want to hear you ask for it." I asked if she would have sex with me and she laughed. "I'm sorry," she kept saying, "Kyle, I'm so sorry," then she got serious, brought her face close to mine and said, "No." I pouted while she laughed, but after all we had sex in the passenger seat of my car. A stray cat had sat on the hood watching the whole thing. I kind of liked that. "None of that tonight," Michaela said when she got in my car. "I'm at great risk of becoming one of those girls who don't make you miserable before putting out, so if a repeat of last night is what you had in mind, you'd better go home now." We went to Crown Billiards to shoot pool and drink Cherry Cokes. The hall was partitioned down |
