Jenn Bennett

“Coconut,” I say. “You always smell coconut-y.” Then, because it’s dark in the van, and because I’m wiped out from all the panic and my guard is down, I add, “You always smell good.”

“Sex Wax.”

“What?” I sit up a little straighter.

He reaches down to the floorboard and tosses me what looks like a plastic-wrapped bar of soap. I hold it up to the window to see the label in the streetlight. “Mr. Zog’s Sex Wax,” I read.

“You rub it on the deck of your board,” he explains. “For traction. You know, so you don’t slip off while you’re surfing.” I sniff it. That’s the stuff, all right.

“I bet your feet smell heavenly.”

“You don’t have a foot fetish thing, do you?” he asks, voice playful.

“I didn’t before, but now? Who knows.”

The tires of the van veer off the road onto the gravelly shoulder, and he cuts the wheel sharply to steer back onto the pavement. “Oops.”

We chuckle, both embarrassed.

I toss the wax onto the floorboard. “Well, another mystery solved”


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