Slade and sex went together. He was a walking aphrodisiac, from the top of his head, to the black boots on his feet.

I overheard Nona talking about my little buds and how she remembered back when she was developing into a woman, and that was enough for me.

Kenny rested his hand on my leg, patting it delicately. His thoughts staying just that, thoughts, as we drove in silence, back to my prison of paradise, back to the one place I knew I could be happy, yet miserable, all in the same day.