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carried some of the mysterious tingle. Every time I felt it from then on, it was always around him. Until he left. Since then whenever I felt it a thought of him would be in the back of my mind.

One morning Mom and the Asshat had both left early, so I had to get myself up. Never one of my special skills. Between trying to figure out coffee and something for breakfast, still bleary and in my jammies, I barged into the bathroom. Steam billowed out as soon as I opened the door and I knew this wasn’t right.

    Still, nothing was right that morning, so I fumbled through the mist for the mug with my toothbrush. The shower cabinet door was open. Balthazar was crouched. Naked and glistening, his huge cock was in his hand.

    His hair was wet, stuck to his face. His eyebrows creased in a steeple. He started to say my name, but his voice was hoarse.  

    I dropped the toothbrush and ran. My whole body tingled so much I thought I was going to implode. As I shut the door to my room and leaned with my back against it, straight away half of me twisted in agony, wishing I hadn’t blundered in on him.

    The other half of me wanted to turn and bust back in there.

“All those dumb girls.” We sat on the floor by his bed one slow summer Saturday and played Riddick on his X-Box. “All they want is to tell their friends they’ve been with me. Show off a mark and say, ‘Baz gave me that’.” he winced as he did a cruel impression of our stereotypical ‘popular girl.’ “They don’t care about me, they don’t know anything about me. I’m just a goddamned trophy.”  

    His face twisted as he wrenched the controller. Flames burst to fill the screen.  

    The Asshat shouted from the hallway, “Balt! Deirdre’s here.” Deirdre Macon was the oldest cheerleader, and she was the sexiest. This was the girl that all of the jocks and the whole football team howled at and slavered over.

    “I never invited her,” he scowled. “If they throw themselves at me, what am I supposed to do, but really,” he looked at me, “Do these girls have no pride at all?”

    Balthazar pushed me and told me to get into his closet and hide. I said I could just slip back to my room, but in an urgent whisper he said, “No, she’ll see you,” as he shoved me into the closet.  

    The closet had two sides. One side had a mirror over the door, and the other door was slatted. He pushed me into the side with the slats, and I thought he must have made a mistake, because if you looked hard enough you could see inside the closet.

    Deirdre wasn’t looking at the slats, so it didn’t matter.

    She leaned against him, “It’s so great to see you, Baz,” and he winced at her breathy Valley-girl meets gangsta bitch voice. Well, I assumed that was what made him wince as she wrapped herself around him. Whatever it was, his wince didn’t slow the flapping of her eyelashes.

    Balthazar held her face, pulled her roughly to him by the waist. “Oh, yes, Baz,” her voice was extra-dreamy. “Do it, Baz. Do what you want with me.”

    She nuzzled him and put her lips on his neck as his hands slid all over her body. She had on a crisp white shirt and a short pleated plaid skirt over black tights. She cooed into his neck.

    “I know you might want to be rough, Baz. I don’t mind. Really I don’t.”  

    He had her kneel on the floor, facing the closet. Looking at the mirror, I guess. He knelt behind her, putting his hands over her body. Slid over her shirt and squeezed her breasts. Then he lifted her skirt and ran his hands all over her thighs. He bit her neck and her eyes rolled.

    Then he undid the first few buttons on her shirt. Her big breasts heaved, looking like they’d bust out of her black lacy push-up bra. Her breath fluttered, and she moaned as he slipped his fingers into the bra. One by one, he scooped her tits out.

    My breath caught as he pulled the shirt down over her shoulders. It was still done up at the bottom, so it was like she was tied up