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Chapter 1

Brittany tiptoed around Kevin's bed, careful not to wake the person sleeping in it. She stripped off her bathrobe in the glow of moonlight that washed over the small room through the opaque window curtains, and slid between the bedclothes as she sidled close to him.
"Oh Kevy," she cooed, rubbing her hand over what she thought was Kevin's firm thigh. "I'm back on the pill."
Anthony instantly awoke from his light sleep. What's that thing on my leg? He hoped that the Thompson's family cat hadn't decided to crawl into bed with him again, and use his leg as a scratching post.
"You know Kevy, I had another one of those dreams last night," Brittany said, her voice carrying a sultry hue. "This time about Mr. DeMartino."
Anthony's eyes widened with shock. ****! ****! ****!
This was worse than the mix-up that had happened in Saigon he was determined to take to his grave.
"I bet he was gorgeous when he was younger. What am I saying, he still is gorgeous. You know how I feel about Italian men. Oh and those streaks of grey hair, ahh. I think Jane was right when she said that older men are the best lovers."
She continued to glide her hand over the firm thigh, this time a little closer to his groin. She sighed with and undertone of disappointment. "Oh Kevy, that man gives me feelings you may never no. He acts like he's made of stone, but I bet underneath all of that he has a heart of marshmallow."
Despite his panic, Anthony was slightly interested in what Brittany was saying, not to mention surprised and flattered.
Her hand had moved to his head, and she was now stroking his thick mane. "Be still my heart, only three months until graduation," he heard her say quietly to herself. "Sorry Kevin, but I'm going to college next year, and I won't have time for little boys anymore." She was whispering. "Maybe I will finally get the chance to show Mr. D how grownup I can be, and stop pretending I'm something I'm not . . ." Her whispering ceased as her voice returned to normal speaking level. "Hey Kevy, did you borrow your dad's hair regrowth stuff, 'cause your hair feels thicker than normal."

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