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“I’m not coming back. He’s been transferred to shore duty. We’re going to Pensacola.”
    I was silent.
    She misunderstood my silence. “I didn’t want to tell you like this,” she said. “I didn’t want to hurt you. I was going to leave without saying anything, but I couldn’t do that either. I’m sorry, Steve.”
    I took the cigarette from her and puffed at it. It was down close to my lips and I could feel the heat from its glowing tip against my lips. She took it from my mouth and ground it out in an ashtray. She drew my head between her breasts. I put up my hands and squeezed them close to my cheeks. Slowly I moved my head from side to side, running my tongue from nipple to nipple.
    “I’m sorry, Steve,” she said again, holding me tightly.
    “Don’t be,” I said. “Everything is good.”
    “It is good, isn’t it?” she said, a strange note in her voice. She pushed me backward on the bed and I climbed up into her.
    I could feel the moist heat of her pouring over me as she went wild. She bucked frantically, making sounds like an animal in the night. I had all I could do to stay inside her. She climaxed suddenly. She screamed, “Don!”
    She froze.
    “I don’t care what you call me,” I said, fiercely thrusting myself into her. “Just don’t stop fucking!”
    “You son of a bitch!” she said, sucking me into her. “That’s all you want.”
    I rolled over on top of her and jammed her until this time her climax carried me with her, the marrow from my bones pouring into her like the roaring surf of the ocean outside. “Steve! Steve!” Her fingernails raked my back.
    I caught her hands and held them down. We lay there gasping for breath. “You got the name right this time.”
    She stared at me balefully. A moment later we were both roaring with laughter.
    ***
    There was a light coming from Aunt Prue’s office when I came into the main house. I glanced at my wristwatch. It was after midnight. I started quietly up the stairs.
    “Stephen.”
    I turned on the stairway and looked down at her. “Yes, Aunt Prue?”
    She looked up at me. “Are you all right?”
    I nodded. “Yes, Aunt Prue.”
    She stood there hesitantly a moment, then she turned back into the room. “Good night, Steve.”
    “Good night, Aunt Prue,” I said and went on up to my room.
    A few minutes later there was a soft knock at my door. “Yes?” I asked.
    “It’s Aunt Prue. May I come in?”
    “It’s open,” I said. “Come in.”
    “I don’t know how to talk to you about—” Her voice trailed away as she looked at me.
    I looked down at myself to see what she was staring at. There were long red scratches down my shoulders and chest. I grabbed my shirt from the chair and put it on.
    “She did that?” Her voice was angry.
    “Before I answer, Aunt Prue, tell me who you’re mad at?”
    She looked at me for a moment, then she smiled ruefully. “Myself, I guess. I kept thinking of you as a little boy. I didn’t realize you were almost grown up.” She sat down on the edge of my bed. “I hope I didn’t make a mistake in bringing you here.”
    “I knew about girls before I came here, Aunt Prue.”
    “There’s all kinds of knowledge,” she said. “Not all girls are like Nancy.”
    I didn’t answer.
    “I’ve been meaning to have a talk with you,” she said awkwardly. “But I didn’t know quite how to begin.”
    I sat down on the chair opposite her. “Yes, Aunt Prue.”
    “You know there are things you have to look out for,” she said, her eyes not quite meeting mine. “Girls can have babies and there are diseases that—” She stopped when she saw the glint of laughter in my eyes. “What am I talking about?” she said confusedly. “You know all about those things.”
    “Yes, Aunt Prue,” I said solemnly.
    “Then why didn’t you stop me?”
    “I didn’t know how,” I confessed. I smiled. “Nobody ever spoke to me about things like that before.”
    She looked at me steadily. “I think you