“You know how it is—twenty-four-, twenty-five-year-old little smartass girl.” He did his own imitation, same fluttering fingers. “ ‘Y’all keep your hands of my body, my body, my body!’ ” Wayne’s clever friend had said, “ ‘It’s just you’re out runnin’ around and you spread your legs for every gentleman round, and chance of you getting pregnant is very high whether or not you use protection.’ ” Brian laughed hard—a forced laugh. I’d heard it from other men when they spoke of sex and women’s bodies. It wasn’t that they found it all funny, it was that they wanted to. They willed themselves into
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