" "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." He laughed and looked back at me. "You 'fraid I'm going to start dating Scarlett's girlfriends?" He made a kissing noise. "Nah. You don't have an earring. They wouldn't want you. Besides, you're a pervert and only I know how to deal with you." "Yes, well. There is that, isn't there." He shifted slightly in the water. "You gonna deal with me soon, I hope?" "I would say hold on to your britches, but you aren't wearing any. But anyhow... do you remember when we were teenagers, and thought the very idea of our parents having sex was enough to make you vomit?" Ben gave that kind of a cackle that passes for a laugh for him sometimes. "I figured that mom and dad did it, but like with him on top in the dark and for about two minutes." He seemed to think for a moment. "Then again, it's sort of hard to look at the person who packed you tuna-fish in your lunch for fifteen years and wonder if she gave your dad a blow-job the night before." "Oh, gross. You know that's not what I meant." I popped him over the head with the sponge, making suds fly everywhere. "It's just that I guess sex seems so exciting when you're that age that you find it impossible to believe that your parents are... well, you know... *hip* enough to do something that fun." "Hip enough? Have you been listening to disco again? No, no, don't slap me. Okay, yes. I know what you mean. Then again, maybe our parents weren't hip enough. Well, mine anyway. You gotta remember that as long as I lived under their roof mom and dad slept with their bedroom door open." "Yeah, but they were weird. After my dad died my mom told me he had a mistress. That was so weird to hear out of my mom's mouth!" "Yeah, I remember you came home from your mom's that day with your mouth hanging open. You shouldn't let your mouth hang open like that. Makes me wanna fill it up." "You're a lech. Which is why I love you. But anyway. Yeah, she told me that Dad had a mistress for all those years and a couple of girlfriends too. |