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else. If it weren’t for the fact that she pushes me towards fun shit, I’d get wicked pissed.
    We pull up to the curb in the residential part of town and I look around in confusion. “Um… what?” I gesture to the maple-lined street in question.
    “We’re picking someone up, and then we’ re going to grab a bite to eat.” Staring into the rearview mirror she applies a third coat of lipstick on her already flawless red pucker. 
    “Holy fuck,” hisses between my clenched teeth when I see who is strutting up to my car. “Mr. Kline is going to kill me or maybe you… but most definitely him,” I point at Kieren Mason as he strolls up to the car with a huge shit-eating grin on his face.
    “Ladies,” Kieren charmingly says in greeting. He opens my door and I look around for where he’s going to sit. Essie laughs at the frantic expression on my face.
    “Kieren gets the seat, and you get his lap.” Essie chuckles when I blush. Our eyes flick down to Kieren’s lap, and we giggle like dumb-shits. We get settled in the seat and I’m relieved that it’s dark out or everyone would see how embarrassed I am, and that would be even more embarrassing.
    “How’s the birthda y girl? I love the new ride. Someone took really good care of this vintage Beetle.” Kieren shifts me on his lap and my skirt rides up to the top of my fishnets. His hard body cushions mine. I can feel the power coiled in his thighs and the heat of his breath on my neck.
    “Thanks, it’s been fun so far,” I say as I pull my skirt down an inch in modesty. He shifts again and we do this routine for a few minutes until I give up and leave it where it lies. Mr. Kline cautioning me to be a good girl echoes in my mind.
    I know Essie means well. I’ve had a wicked crush on this boy for years. She went to school with his older brother, Devon. I know Devon better than Kieren after countless parties I attended at Essie’s whining request. The bad thing about hanging with the older crowd is that when they graduate, all your friends are gone. I was left with those in my class. Kieren was a good replacement after Devon graduated. I don’t blame Essie. She knows I’ve been crushing on Kieren for years, but I’m scared Mr. Kline is going to kick my ass, and then theirs.
    We pull into our local no-name diner. I shuffle off Kieren’s lap and his hand surreptitiously grazes my side. If I had boobs, he’d have copped a feel. I snort at his poor attempt. He’ll find nothing here worth sneakily seeking.
    We settle in for burgers and cokes , and engage in small talk. I was worried that Kieren would be boring, but we have a lot in common. It isn’t exactly comfortable, but it’s not forced. Essie is a huge help keeping the conversation flowing. When it wanes I push a fry in my mouth.
    “How’s your brother?” I conversationally ask Kieren to keep the flow. Essie looks at me in surprise for asking of Devon.
    “Fine,” Kieren curtly replies, effectively ending it. Mmm-kay .
    “Did you get your truck fixed?” I ask o f Kieren’s broken four-wheel-drive.
    “Truck?” He asks in confusion. I realize Kieren lied about why he sold Mr. Kline the action figures. It’s none of my business, so I drop it.
    “Oh,” Kieren exclaims as he remembers his lie. “It’s working great now.” He grandly smiles.
    “You’ll have to tell me the name of your mechanic. He’s a maniac if he works that fast,” I sarcastically say, and Essie kicks me in the shin.
    “Oh, he’s d efinitely a maniac, alright.” Kieren smirks at his private joke.
    Hey, now, I’m not playing the wilting flower for Kieren. I may be a tiny girl, but the only difference between me and a guy is ovaries, a uterus, and a vagina. My bullshit detector is screaming.
    I’m not stupid. I see Kieren covertly checking out Essie and the waitstaff. Kieren stares at Essie’s cleavage while his hand tries to sneak up my thigh. I roll my eyes at Essie. I don’t blame Kieren for looking. Essie has a