“I’ll come anywhere you want if you just show me that thong,” Gibsie pleaded, dropping his hands to her waist. “I’ll clean all the pots. I’ll do anything. Just one peek. That’s all I’m asking.” “You’ll come anyway,” she huffed, catching ahold of his school tie and dragging him out of her room. “You’ve got that right,” he agreed, trailing after her like a puppy dog on a lead. “Is your bra red, too?” “I’m not wearing one.” “Oh, Jesus.”
