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come.”
    “No.”
    Jeremy shrank inside. A lump filled his throat.
    Should’ve known. Everything had been going too good. I fooled Cowboy, but she sees right through me. Knows I’m a reject. Shit. Shit!
    Tanya stepped away from the railing. She strode to the top of the stairs and scowled down at Cowboy. A goddess, beautiful but fierce. “It’s private business,” she said. “No out-of-towners. You and Liz ought to know that.”
    “Well, Duke lives here. He just moved in.”
    She took off her sunglasses and looked at Jeremy. The blue of her eyes matched the afternoon sky. They studied Jeremy. His heart slammed. His legs felt weak.
    “No wimps,” she said.
    The words froze his mind.
    “Hey!” someone yelled at Tanya.
    Me. That was me, Jeremy realized.
    “Fuck you!” he shouted.
    He still had a handful of sodden Super-Waffle. The remains of the cone had a swamp of melted vanilla ice cream at the bottom.
    He hurled it.
    Ice cream flew from the tumbling cone. But not all of it. Far from all of it. The cone struck a golden thigh. White glop exploded.
    A large portion of it shot straight up a loose leg hole of Tanya’s shorts.
    Jeremy blinked. He couldn’t believe what he had done.
    The cone, clinging to Tanya’s white-smeared thigh, dropped away as she stormed down the stairs.
    “Jesus, Duke,” he heard from Cowboy.
    He considered running. Instead, he stood stiff with his arms at his sides.
    Tanya grabbed the front of his open shirt. She jerked him up on his tiptoes. Glared down into his eyes. One side of her upper lip lifted, baring her gum. “You little rat.”
    “Fuck you and the horse you rode in on, sister.”
    He couldn’t believe he’d said that.
    She’s gonna kill me.
    Instead, she yanked his shirt back over his shoulders and pulled it off him. She shoved it into his hands. “Clean your mess,” she said.
    His heart kicked. “Huh?”
    “You heard me.” Grabbing his shoulders, she shoved him down to his knees.
    He stared at the dripping front of her shorts, the white fluid streaming down her thigh. He began at her knee and worked his way up, mopping the ice cream with his wadded shirt. He felt the smooth firmness of her muscles. His mouth was parched. His heart punched the air out of his lungs.
    He stopped at the hem of the leg hole, turned the shirt to find a dry area, and patted the front of her shorts. Then he lowered his arms.
    “You’re not done yet.”
    “Huh?”
    “Do it.”
    Wearing a tail of his shirt like a glove, he slipped his hand up her leg and inside her shorts. The fabric of the shirt quickly went damp. She felt slick and creamy. Nothing in there felt like panties.
    “You’re just spreading it around.”
    He took his hand out, found a dry section of shirt, wrapped it around his hand, and went back to work.
    Sick with lust. Cramped, tight, burning.
    Wiping at his mess. Feeling her. Her leg, and the shallow slanted valley where her leg joined her torso. If he moved his hand only a couple of inches toward the center…
    Oh, man. Man! So close!
    Don’t do it!
    Don’t. Christ. Don’t. No.
    He jerked his hand out. Tilting back his head, he looked up at Tanya.
    “What do you say?” she asked.
    He shrugged.
    “What do you say?”
    “Thank you very much,” Jeremy said.
    “Haw!” That came from Cowboy.
    “Stand up.”
    He stood up.
    Tanya’s lips curled into a smile. “One o’clock tonight. Under the clown.”
    “Does that mean I can come?”
    “Yes, indeed.” Her pale blue eyes seemed a little mocking. “Cowboy, fill him in on the rules. And tell Liz to leave her cousin at home, or stay away herself.”

Six
    Monsters Among Us
    By
    Gloria Weston
    His name is Harrison Bentley. His friends call him Bents. Others among us call him a troll.
    A few nights ago he was beaten, stripped of his clothes, and bound with ropes to the steep downhill tracks of Funland’s Hurricane roller coaster. A calling card was taped to his forehead. It read, “Greetings from Great Big Billy