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that way.”
    â€œI like them,” Michael said, putting his
     hand against my face.
    Ike held the joint to his lips and took a long drag. Then he offered it to
     Michael.
    â€œYou want to?” Michael asked me.
    â€œI don’t think so,” I said.
    â€œWe’ll skip it,” Michael told Ike, taking my hand.
     “Katherine’s very tired.”
    â€œGoodnight,” I said, as Michael and I headed upstairs.
    â€œGet a good night’s sleep,” Sharon called.
    â€œWe will.”
    Michael lay down on the bed in my room.
    â€œI thought you don’t smoke,” I said.
    â€œI don’t, anymore . . . except with them, sometimes . .
     .”
    â€œOh.” I walked over to the window and opened it a little. I
     like plenty of fresh air in my bedroom. “I’ve only tried it once . . . and
     nothing good happened . . . I felt sick to my stomach.”
    â€œIt can be like that the first time.”
    â€œBesides,” I said, going to the dresser and picking up my
     hairbrush, “I don’t like to lose control of myself.” I was thinking
     about later, wondering if he would get into bed with me again. Last night was so
     nice.
    â€œI know it,” Michael said.
    â€œWould I . . . if I smoked again?”
    â€œI don’t know . . . probably not.”
    I started brushing my hair. Michael was watching me. Iwanted to ask him what next? Did he have plans? Did he
     already know? I wished I had a script to follow so I wouldn’t make any mistakes. Don’t forget about my period, Michael , I felt like
     saying. “There are kids at school who are high all the time.”
    â€œThat’s different,” he said.
    â€œI suppose . . .” I put my brush down. “I’m
     surprised that Sharon and Ike smoke at all . . . I mean, Ike being a doctor and
     all.” I opened the dresser drawer and pulled out my nightgown. I should wear it,
     shouldn’t I? Yes, but leave it unbuttoned this time.
    â€œThey’re not exactly addicts,” Michael said.
    â€œI know that . . . should I use the bathroom first?”
    â€œSure.”
    I put on my nightgown and bikini underpants and after I washed and brushed
     my teeth I said, “You can use the bathroom now.”
    I got into bed and waited. In a few minutes Michael opened my door. He was
     wearing his same blue pajamas. He kind of waved at me and said, “Hi.”
    â€œHi,” I answered.
    He put his glasses on the night table, turned out the light and climbed
     into bed beside me. After we’d kissed for awhile he took off his pajama top, then
     said, “Let’s take yours off too . . . it’s in the way.”
    I slipped my nightgown over my head and dropped it to the floor. Then
     there were just my bikini pants and Michael’s pajama bottoms between us. We kissed
     again.Feeling him against me that way made me so excited I
     couldn’t lie still. He rolled over on top of me and we moved together again and
     again and it felt so good I didn’t ever want to stop—until I came.
    After a minute I reached for Michael’s hand. “Show me what to
     do,” I said.
    â€œDo whatever you want.”
    â€œHelp me, Michael . . . I feel so stupid.”
    â€œDon’t,” he said, wiggling out of his pajama bottoms. He
     led my hand to his penis. “Katherine . . . I’d like you to meet Ralph . . .
     Ralph, this is Katherine. She’s a very good friend of mine.”
    â€œDoes every penis have a name?”
    â€œI can only speak for my own.”
    In books penises are always described as hot and throbbing but Ralph felt
     like ordinary skin. Just his shape was different—that and the fact that he
     wasn’t smooth, exactly—as if there was a lot going on under the skin. I
     don’t know why I’d been so