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have forgotten about her entirely, and for what? More bois? As she stared at the letter, I thought about the way the black slip she wore rode up her fishnet-covered thighs and how the toes of her black boots would get jammed into the chain-link fence that surrounds Neverland when she climbed it. When we fucked, I would fantasize about licking those boots, but she’d never let me. Siren wanted a boifriend, not a boi. I didn’t know what I wanted.
    Siren saw her first. I looked out the window and was surprised to see a grrrl struggling to climb that chain-link fence. She was such a silly looking little grrrl, wearing a pink hoodie and a white nightgown, with bare legs and little white sneakers. I glanced behind me; Siren was already pulling her black slip-dress over her head and lacing her boots tight against the curve of her calves. I didn’t know what to do. I could have called the other bois; it’s what I should have done, but I didn’t want to look weak in front of Siren. I guess I actually looked pretty helpless, because she rolled her eyes, took one last drag of her cigarette, threw it into a nearby beer can, and stood. “You going to just sit there with your cock out and let Neverland be invaded?”
    I blushed and pulled hard enough to get my cock out of its harness, then threw it up into my hammock. Standing, I zipped my jeans, thankful I hadn’t taken my boots off. I followed Siren out of the room and into our makeshift kitchen. It has a view of the fence, and we could see Wendi trying to pick her way over the barbed wire. Siren laughed and pulled another cigarette out of her purse. I fumbled for my lighter but was too slow. Siren’s chipped red nails flicked the little silver-and-pearl box. She cupped her hand around the flame and took a sharp inhale, then stashed the lighter back into her bra.
    â€œGrrrls that clean are always trouble, and not the good kind. She’s ether a spy, preparing to snitch on us, or she’s going to bring bad luck.” Siren managed to laugh and be serious at the same time. I didn’t ask how she knew about grrrls like that.
    â€œWhat should we do?” I asked. Siren blew a smoke ring; I wished my cock wasn’t in the hammock. Siren said that Pan would want me to protect Neverland, that he would want me to take charge, confront this pretty little grrrl and tell her that either she could get jumped in or she had to go. Everything Siren said made sense, and more than anything I wanted Pan to be proud of me. I looked up and saw that the grrrl had made it down the fence and was now crawling through a broken window. She yelped as her ankle caught a shard of broken glass, and her shoe was spattered with red.
    Tink had come to roost on Siren’s shoulder and pulleda syringe and baggie from her purse as the grrrl climbed through that window and saw us standing there. I admired how she held my gaze when she first saw me, but when she looked down, Siren fired a series of questions at her without letting her answer.
    â€œHey, pretty grrrl, who are you? What’s your name? How did you get here? Why aren’t you talking? Who sent you? You’re a snitch spy, aren’t you? That’s why you aren’t talking, isn’t it?”
    After whispering her name, the grrrl didn’t even try to answer Siren’s questions. When Siren told her to get the fuck out, Wendi fell to her knees before me and began to sob and sputter. “Don’t make me go! Please don’t send me away.”
    Confused, I looked to Siren, who just rolled her eyes. When I looked again at Wendi, I saw that her long, dark hair had fallen from its bun and stuck to the sweat on her face and beautiful throat. I’d never had a grrrl kneeling in front of me. My stomach lurched, and I couldn’t tell if I was going to cum or puke.
    â€œPlease, what do you want?” she whispered from glossy pink lips. I looked at the gash on her ankle, the way the