Friday, January 07, 2005

Riding in cars with boys

Driving in this snowstorm, he sits in the passenger's seat. My parents are in the car ahead, and my hand is on his crotch. There's a hard steel rod slowly expanding under my fingers, a sharp contrast to the freezing cold wind outside our cozy little space.

There are mewling little gasps coming from his side of the car, like a kitten. I look over to see his face in profile, eyes closed, mouth open, suffused in ecstacy.

"Pay attention to the road," he says.

He doesn't mean it.


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