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She opened my lips with her own and put her tongue in my mouth. I tasted her tongue and pressed into her harder. My hands wrapped around her waist and squeezed tight.
    Two minutes was over long before I was ready for it to end. Just when I was getting the hang of it.
    Another girl took Lori’s place. And another took her place. And another. Sixteen minutes later I’d kissed each and every one of them.
    “Who’s the best?” one girl asked.
    “Yeah, Lee Anne, who kisses best?” they demanded to know.
    “Lori,” I said. “Definitely Lori.”
    Lori reached out into the dark between us and found my hand. She raised it to her mouth and pressed my knuckles to her lips.
    If I’d been a little quicker on the uptake, I’d have declared it a tie and demanded a tie-breaker.
    Later, I’m all tucked inside the sleeping bag on the cold linoleum floor in that half-sleeping state where I still felt the ghost of Lori’s lips on mine and my body was buzzing from it.
    “Ssshhhh,” Lori said right next to my ear. She slowly and carefully unzipped my sleeping bag and crawled in with me, pressing her warm body up next to mine. Our lips found each other and she guided my hand to her chest. Her boobs were small and hard and when I touched her nipples she squirmed her hips against me.
    She rolled over onto her back and pulled me on top of her. I kissed her lips and her neck and her ears and she grabbed my butt with both her hands and rubbed against me, making little whimpering noises in the back of her throat.
    That night, I found salvation in the house of God.
    And I’ve had a thing for red hair ever since.
    I stow my journal back in my jacket and jump in the shower. I let the pinpricks of hot water hit my sore nose, kind of hoping the sharp needles of pain will take away from the throb in my head. My mind is still dancing with thoughts of red hair and Lori/Vivian and I get an overriding urge to touch myself. I lather up my hands and slip one between my legs.
    I close my eyes and Vivian surprises me by stepping into the shower naked. She turns her back to me and lifts her face to the stream of hot water. I rub soap all over the front of her and she responds by pressing her ass into me.
    That’s when the real Vivian swings open the door and walks in, startling me. I jump pretty good and even though I don’t think she can see me through the flowered shower curtain, I pretend I was washing under my arms the whole time.
    I hear her peeing about six inches away.
    “How’s your nose?” Vivian asks in a voice full of sleep and sand.
    She sounds genuinely concerned, so I answer honestly, “Hurts some. But I don’t think it’s broken. I think it just popped back in place from the last time.”
    “You got any plans today?”
    “No.”
    “You do now,” Vivian says. She flushes the toilet and my water is instantly scalding hot.
    “Holy shit!” I exclaim, jumping backward. “That’s hot!”
    “Do ya good,” she says on the way out, closing the door behind her.

    By the time I walk out of the bathroom, fully dressed in my day-old jeans and bloody T-shirt, Vivian has somehow managed to pull it all together and look pretty fabulous in a new outfit. I don’t know how she managed that so fast. Must be all the cheerleader training. She’s wearing the same kind of ensemble, just a different animal print (zebra or maybe tiger. Hard to tell, but it does have stripes) and another pair of stabby shoes. Her tits are kind of heaved up and out like the prow of a Viking ship. She’s putting on lipstick in the mirror and that’s a pretty good signal that we’re not thinking the same thing at all.
    “Guess I’m ready,” I say lamely, sitting on the end of the bed and pulling on my boots. “What’re we going to do?”
    “You can’t wear that shirt,” she says, smacking her lips on a tissue. She roots around in her suitcase, finds what she’s looking for and throws it at me. “Try one of mine on.”
    I look at what she threw at me. I