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relative with them. They'd be leaving in a few minutes. Should she go? What would the boys do when
they found her gone? Would they tell on her or get even some other way? Might be good to test them so
they wouldn't take her for granted. On the other hand-well-oh, hell, might as well admit it. She needed
someone. She'd been burning all day, off and on. The slightest thing turned her on. Even the
goddamned fat g's Mr. Thornton wrote on the blackboard. She'd stared at them and felt herself get a hot
ass. After Sonny-yuck-she'd thought that would be it. No one could tempt her back to bed. Here she
was turned on so high she'd be ready to jump in bed with almost anyone. Except Sonny. She was
annoyed with her body making problems for her.
She heard footsteps coming down the hall. A light knock; then the door opened. Her mother walked in.
"Angie, are you ready?"
Angie frowned. "Mom, I don't want to go."
"Why not?"
"I don't know. I just don't feel like it."
"We don't go to visit Aunt Helen that often," her mother said irritably.
"I don't care," Angie whined. "I don't feel like sitting around being polite." Should I tell her I need to be
fucked before I go? she thought wickedly.
Mrs. Marlowe stood undecided for a moment, clearly angry. "We'll see what you father says about this."
She turned around and went back down the hall.
Angie pulled off her dress, kicked off her shoes, and slipped under the bedcovers. She pinched her
cheeks to make them appear redder. She heard her father's footsteps in the hall. She opened one eye
weakly when he stepped into the room.
"Angel, don't you feel well?"
"I really don't daddy. Can't I stay home? Please?"
Her father had his finger on her wrist taking her pulse.
"Oh, daddy," Angie explained. "I'm not really sick. But I don't feel well enough to sit around visiting all
night. I've got a headache and the sniffles and I feel rather feverish-" she stopped to catch her breath.
Her father murmured comforting sounds and pushed one of her eyelids back to look at her eyeball.
Having satisfied himself that she was not seriously ill, he said jokingly, "You're sure now that you're not
sick of relatives?"
"I like Aunt Helen and Cousin Erica," Angie protested vehemently. "Its just that I don't feel up to sitting
around being polite all night. If we'd gone yesterday or if we went tomorrow, I'd go in a flash. It's just
today."
"If you feel that strongly about it," her father said. "You can just stay home. Get plenty of rest. Have you
taken some aspirin?"
"I did an hour ago."
"All right," her father said cheerily. "We'll try to hurry home."
"Don't do it," Angie stopped herself abruptly, then rushed on, "You mustn't on my account. Stay as long
as you like."
"Well, we'll see," her father said amiably. "I was hoping to come home early anyway. I have an operation
early tomorrow.
"Truly, Daddy, don't worry about me. I'll be all right."
Her father looked at her fondly. "Good girl." He kissed her lightly on the forehead. "I'll stop by to see
you when I come in."
"Daddy, you don't need to. I'm a big girl now." She smiled and waved to him.
* * *
That night six boys came. Some were drunk and some were high on pot. They turned the stereo up as
high as it would go and crashed around her room, singing, swearing, fighting, drinking, dancing, and
smoking. A new young-looking boy called Mel, sucking on a bottle of vodka kept yelling to the room at
large, "I want to be first, I'll have beginners' luck." No one paid any attention to him.
Angie circulated among the smiling boys, puffing on their cigarettes and drinking from their bottles.
"You're the hotpants we've come to lay?" a tall boy asked half-humorously, half-contemptuously,
looking down at her from his great height.
"Think you can fill 'em up?" Angie asked sarcastically.
His eyebrows popped up in surprise. "Hell, yes! What're we waitin' for?" He reached for her.
Angie ducked out of his reach and ran screaming happily away. She bumped into Keith; he grabbed her
around the waist and they spun around and around in circles. The pitch of Angie's screams grew higher
and higher.
Brad was lounging in the easy chair. "Oh, it's good to be back!" He looked around the room, bright
eyed.
The whirling Angie bumped into his legs. For a split-second he saw her cute little ass in full sight,
automatically his arm jerked toward it and he goosed her.
Angie felt the finger suddenly poked in her crack. She yelled, half-frightened. The other boys turned to
look and laughed at her holding her hands protectively over her bottom.
"Damn you!" she shouted, stamping her foot.
A handsome boy with long curly brown hair stood at one side of her. He smiled. "You're cute."
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