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food was on the table, we ate in comfortable silence; the only
sound was of a lawnmower droning on in the background.
    I got up to put the dishes in the sink. “I’ll
get that,” said mom. “You’ve done enough.”
    “Okay.” I had to use the bathroom, and I
hustled out of the room, only I had forgotten my phone. I was
halfway up the stairs, when I turned around and went back down.
    “I don’t know what you’re accusing me of,”
said Ryan.
    I slid to a halt by the kitchen door,
listening.
    “You were totally staring at her.”
    “What?”
    “I saw the way you looked at her.”
    “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking
about, honey.”
    “Maybe you don’t realize it, but you were
looking at her.”
    “No more than I look at anyone else.”
    “This was different.”
    “Jesus fucking Christ! What’s the matter,
Kris?”
    “It’s just the shit that’s been going on.”
She sounded irritated. “She’s always touching you and flirting with
you. You do nothing to stop her. I’m gonna talk to her about
it.”
    There was a lengthy pause. I pressed my
forehead to the doorframe, wondering what was going to be said
next.
    “I think you’re reading way too much into
nothing.”
    “This morning. You were sleeping together.
You were holding her in your arms. Every fucking Saturday it’s like
that. It’s disturbing.”
    He sighed. “Lock the door then. She won’t be
able to come in.”
    “Ryan…I want you to tell me something. I have
to know. Is there…are you—”
    “No!”
    “But you want to. Don’t you?”
    “Kris…I’m just a male figure in her life.
That’s all I am. I can’t help it if she’s attached to me. Why don’t
you talk to her about it? I don’t even think she realizes how she
comes across. Maybe she’s lonely?”
    “She’s grown up so much over the past year. I
know you see it.”
    “I have no control over what somebody else
does or doesn’t do.”
    “Could you at least discourage her?”
    “How?”
    A chair scraped on the wood floor. I prepared
to run.
    “Never mind.”
    “Don’t be pissed.”
    “It’s too late. I am pissed.”
    I took the stairs and dashed to my room
before I was seen.
     
     

Chapter Two
     
     
     
    My mother never did speak to me about Ryan,
and I was glad she didn’t, because I would have confessed that he
was all I ever thought about, and that the happiest part of my day
was waking to find him in the kitchen, dressed in a suit, ready to
go to work. The second best part of my day was when I heard the
garage door opening around six o’clock when he came home. Mom
typically arrived twenty minutes later. It was summer, and, besides
my part-time job at the movie theater, I occupied myself with Xbox
LIVE and hanging out at the pool with friends. I had achieved the
perfect shade of bronze, my skin glowing from the effects of the
sun.
    On the following Saturday, I was surprised to
find their bedroom door unlocked, but disappointment registered
when the sleeping form on the bed was my mother. The shower ran in
the adjoining bathroom, and I tiptoed to the door, as the water
suddenly ceased. I peeked through the crack and gasped. Ryan’s wet,
naked form was on full display. He was drying his hair with a
towel, but it was his broad shoulders, toned chest, and the
flatness of his belly that had my attention. Tendrils of dark hair
covered him, especially his groin, where to my amazement, his penis
jutted out, looking pale and rigid. He must have sensed that he was
being observed, because he glanced in the direction of the door.
Our eyes met for a moment, until I moved away and returned to my
room, feeling like my tummy was about to burst wide open with
pleasurable tingles.
    We were going to spend the day at the lake,
and I rushed to get ready. Ryan didn’t mention what had happened to
my mother, for which I was grateful. I knew it was wrong…but I
couldn’t seem to help myself. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw
him naked. This sent little