Chapter 11

• I never turned to look at him, but I could see Mark move closer to the couch from the corner of my eye. When he was right behind the couch I had another itch that required I slip one finger under the edge of my panties and ran it down between my legs. Knowing he was watching, I pulled my finger out and stuck the tip in my mouth. There was nothing on my finger, but he didn’t know that.
• Mark made a sound like a strangled cough and backed away. Mom looked up and said, “You okay? Go get a glass of water.”
• “Uh ... Just tell Joe to meet me at my house.” Mark beat a hasty retreat out the front door and I felt so much better than I had earlier.