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bridesmaid about me; I could tell what the topic of conversation was, because he was grinning, she was not. She shook her head at him and I could read her lips. “No. No . . . she is not eighteen. No.” He mouthed okay at her but kept glancing over to me to see me smile and give him the finger before I submerged among a pile of partygoers.

    â€œSure I am,” I lied to him a bit later, a bit drunker, and still sixteen. “I’m actually nineteen. How ’bout you come back here when everyone’s asleep . . . midnight.”
    As the party wound down, I chatted up one of the hired bartenders as he was packing up the booze and getting ready to split. He had a homemade-looking tattoo that I could see the tip of, sticking through his shirt sleeve. He asked me if I might want a drink before it all got put away. I told him I could find forty bucks for something else.
    Later, I helped him carry a box of glasses to his catering truck where he sold me a decent amount of blow, neatly packed in a rectangular fold, a torn piece of a page out of a porno magazine.
    At the height of summer, it seems to take forever for the dark to take hold and steep the world in one of its rare and fine velvety nights. It was near nine when the sun finally gave up the day and that plummy, hot black soaked in. Most of the people had left, or gone off to bed and the big old house grew quiet and settled as it ticked towards midnight.
    I did a fat line in the bathroom, then walked around the wide dewy yard in the dark, away from the house lights, waiting. My bathing suit was still damp but the summer night was a warm breath, silk around my skin. The grass and earth were cool and wet under my feet and the dark jangled with cricket songs. Delicious nerves were ringing throughout my young wires, waiting, nearly invisible in the inky black.
    I felt like a kid on an adventure. The frosty numbness in my nose and lips and the tickling excitement of the night and the blow, my belly feeling suspended by a strumming rubber thread. In the dark I pretended I was a dancer, swaying my hips around and grinding in wide exaggerated circles. I was an animal, a creature. I could hide in the bushes and scare the shit out of this guy as he walked up the lawn, or I could run away and howl at the moon, pouncing through the cool grass, naked and hidden in the deep backyard. I could blow this clownoff and skip the whole to-do. Then I saw someone ambling up the street, and held my breath for a split second.
    Here he comes.
    This was the first time I had experienced somebody exerting any effort to get to me. He had to sneak out of his house and walk about a mile in the pitch dark up a country road, all based on the hope I would be where I said I’d be, and that he would get some when he got there.
    The distance from the street to the pool was about seventy-five yards, so I had a minute or so to set the scene. I wanted to have it arranged so, when he saw me, it was like the movies. I trotted through the dark and slipped into the pool, dunked under and dragged the backs of my fingers under my eyes to right my eyeliner that had started to run. I stretched my arms out along the edge and gently kicked my legs in a slow, rhythmic, cancan. Hair wet and slicked back, I smiled at him as he walked out of the dark, towards the eerie blue glow of the pool.
    Been waiting for you, sailor.
    He smiled back, stopping at the edge. He undressed and walked into the blood-warm water and swam towards me.
    No talking. Nice. I dove deep through the water under him to a ladder at the deep end and spun around to face him as he followed. We made out at the ladder a little, kissing deeply, groping, wet and clumsy, still a little drunk. His mouth was pool water and scotch. I slid down into the water to take him in my mouth a few times as I held my breath, blowing bubbles around his cock and between his legs. After more splashing around we found an empty room where we could go at it for