Page 62 of Shadowface 1979

She’s turned on. She doesn’t say anything else, but the signs are there. She’s turned on with the thought of Remy and me banging the preacher’s daughter.

I glance at Remy, who’s in full form tonight, ignoring us and talking to Lucy, who’s wanted him since she could breathe.

Didi’s eyes are on him now, as he looks effortless and carefree and flirty.

“Is that how you’d do it with me, if I were to let you?” she asks, watching him. I wonder if she knows she’s watching him.

I moan and place my hands behind my head. “God, Didi, you’re killing me. Such a little tease tonight, aren’t you? What’s gotten into you?”

She hoods her eyes. “Nothing.” She skirts her eyes to me. “I’m just curious about it.”

“Curious about what, baby?”

She looks up at me with her lashes and new cat eyes. “Sex,” she breathes.

My erection presses against my pants, thinking of how I’d do it with her.

Bad, Tommy. She doesn’t want me to fuck her like a whore.

Full throttle, zero emotion, teenage hormones, and dick. “I’d be much gentler with you, firefly.”

Her chest rises and falls as if anticipating the inevitable. As if she’s dreaming about me fucking the innocence out of her.

“Are we going to talk about what’s underneath your dress?”

She darts her gaze at me, snapping her back to the present. “Mama makes me wear it.”

I curl my lip. “Why?”

“Because I’ll go straight to hell if I have sex with you, Tommy. And Mama doesn’t just make me wear it…I wear it willingly.”

What the hell?

I stare down at the tiny cross she wears. I knew she was religious, but not devout. “So, you can think about it, but you can’t do it?” I ask curiously.

“I shouldn’t even be thinking about it the way I am, but I reckon God will be more forgiving this way. I won’t have to pray as much. It makes me less sinful. Not that it matters, since there is no hope of redemption for me.”

“What? Why?”