"I once leafed through a copy", Kelly said."I once leafed through a copy", Kelly said. "I think that men are sick. Or why aren't there magazines for us women, showing gorgeous hunks doing it together? Because we don't want them. We are sane", she told the others. Andrea shook her head and said that men like visual stimulation, women prefer reading books. And men like lesbian scenes, because if there are men in the picture, there is competition. The car pulled over to the yard, and Brenda invited girls for a soda. They agreed readily, because it had certainly been a hot day. They walked over to the kitchen door. Jim Walsh was on a business trip and wouldn't come back until tomorrow. Brenda opened the door and headed for the fridge. The faint sound of the running shower echoed from the upstairs. "Is that Brandon?" asked Brenda. "No, it can't be. He's got a shift in the Peach Pit. It must be Mom." She dropped the subject, browsed through the fridge and found no sodas. Instead she poured them some orange juice. Andrea emptied her glass first and put it in the machine. Other girls took their glasses with them to Brenda's room. The door to the bathroom was half open. Brenda took a quick look inside while Kelly and Andrea proceeded to her room. The Mom was in the shower... but there was someone else, too. Some man, whom she couldn't recognize behind the untransparent glass. It wasn't his father. Brenda stepped forward and closed her mouth. She hadn't made a single sound. The pair in the shower had heard nothing through the water and their own moans. And yet there was something very familiar in the man. It took a long time for Brenda to believe it. The man was Dylan, and he was taking a passionate shower with her mother. "It can't be. It just can't be", she thought hectically behind her frozen expression. Her eyes and ears told her the truth her mind was trying the deny. It was definitely Dylan. Her very boyfriend, whom she loved more than anything else in the world. Andrea had appeared behind her, watching the scene over her shoulder. |