it can never happen again.” The balloon popped. I deflated before him and looked away, my jaw set and my soul withering. “Yeah,” I whispered. “I know.” * * * “Oh, God…yes.” My forehead was pressed to Reed’s, my arms circled around his neck. The swell of my breasts bounced inside the cups of my clamshell-pink bikini as I rode him in the front seat of his pickup truck. His T-shirt was
??? Bitch??? Have you no decorum???
