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looked excited. He looked hungry.
    Tom propped himself up on his elbows and rubbed his thick erection over her slickness. Had she ever been wet like this? Her brain wasn’t functioning. Something was winding tight inside of her. Hot and melted, bubbling. Sizzling. This was it. How it was supposed to feel.
    “Honey, don’t cry.” Tom kissed the corner of her eyes.
    “I didn’t know,” she sobbed.
    “It’s okay. It’s gonna get better. Just relax and let go.” He rubbed and rubbed and entered her and moved. Beverly moved too. Not in the least bit self-conscious.
    In the morning she would pretend this was all a dream.
    “That’s my girl. Give me a ride.” Tom’s breathing fractured in her ear. He shouted and slapped his pelvis against her.
    She moaned as he sucked her breasts again and something rushed up inside of her, tortured and ready. Waiting for years, waiting for him.
    They erupted together, glued to each other with sweat and heat pooling beneath them.
    “That’s my girl.” He kissed her forehead. He kissed the tip of her nose. He kissed her cheeks, wet with tears.
    “Oh. My. God.”
    “Was that your first orgasm, Bev?”
    She nodded, afraid to speak.
    “Ready for the second one?”
    Thomas Jenkins had a twinkle in his eye. Like a mischievous teenager, raring to go.
    Her partner-in-crime. On the sticky sofa.
    “I’m ready,” Beverly said.

 

    “W ell, the house is still standing.” John hefted a box of beer in his arms as he jogged up the steps to his dad’s porch.
    “I’m just worried. I tried calling my mom about a thousand times this morning and didn’t get an answer. That’s weird.” Karen cradled a stuffing casserole. “Why wouldn’t she answer?”
    John laughed. “Are you kidding me? She is probably running around like a crazy person making sure every last detail is perfect. You know your mom.” He swung open the porch door with his foot. “Dad! We’re here.”
    Karen and John stepped into the foyer and placed their boxes on the floor. “Mom!” Karen yelled. “Oh my God. Maybe they killed each other! We’re going to find dead bodies, I know it.” She bit her lip.
    “Huh. That is sort of odd.” John peeked into the living room. “Oh fuck me.” He took a step back. “Karen, don’t go in there.”
    “Are you kidding me? Dead bodies?”
    “No. Live bodies.” John started to laugh.
    “What is so funny?” Karen demanded and stomped over to the living room entrance. She stopped in her tracks and then began to slowly shake her head back and forth. “That’s not…possible. Not…no. No. Absolutely…No.”
    John grabbed her hand and pulled her back to the foyer. His wife’s face was white. “Let’s give them some privacy, okay?”
    “John.” Her voice trembled.
    “Yes, sweetheart?”
    “Um, I did not just see our parents on the sofa. Naked, under a blanket. With their arms around each other. Naked. Together.” Her eyes were wide. “Naked.”
    “How about that? They didn’t kill each other.” John stroked her back in a soothing motion. He was trying like hell not to laugh again.
    “John.” Her breath was labored.
    “Uh-huh.” He couldn’t help himself. He started laughing.
    “This is not funny! Not! Our parents hate each other. Your dad hates everyone! It’s not even possible in an alternate reality.” She bent over, trying to catch her breath. “Oh my God!”
    “Jesus H. Christ! Who’s making such a racket out there! We’re trying to—” John heard his dad yell, and then some rustling from the other room.
    Karen and John listened to the whispered conversation in shock.
    “Bev, don’t be embarrassed.”
    “I can’t believe we slept so late! I haven’t even cleaned up, or started dinner…”
    “I told you not to worry about that. We’ll all pitch in.”
    “Tom, help me find my clothes.”
    “I don’t want to…”
    “Now!”
    John recognized that tone of voice. When Bev barked out an order like that, she meant business.
    “I like