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Show 13 We hung our heads, as was required, except for Duaine, who asked Joan if she wanted to play. "Play with you kids?" "It's fun." "Huh. Who knows about what you kids do up here?" When we swore that nobody did, Joan said well, maybe she'd try it, and around in a circle the questions went, the clothes went: when Joan took off her blouse to reveal a bra, we started to hop with excitement. When she got down to her panties and bra we had eyes for nothing else, certainly not for little Roberta. We were in our shorts and had a question for Joan: how many hornets are there in the world? "In the whole world? That's not fair, that's too much. Nobody knows that." "Don't matter." "Does too. Nobody knows that." "OK then, how many in Colorado?" "Just in the state? Umm, I don't know." "Consequences! Consequences!" With five pairs of eyes avid for her flesh, Joan unhooked her bra strap, then rehooked it. We groaned. We begged and pleaded, we courted her, we wooed her. Nothing doing. "You kids go ahead though." She sat down on an upended wooden apple box. We were not that dumb. We were not going to take off our shorts if she did not take off her bra. We wanted to take off our shorts, we were dying to take off our shorts in front of somebody who would pay attention, but far more we wanted her to take off her bra. She wanted to too, and to |