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She thinks you like
me. She doesn’t like it when you stare at me. She thinks I flirt
with you.”
    He squirmed on the seat, grasping the oar.
“Get your life vest on. We’re heading back.”
    “Is it true?”
    “It’s not polite to eavesdrop on people. Go
on. Get your oar. Help me row.”
    I moved to the other seat and grabbed the
orange vest, thrusting my arms through the holes. “I’m sorry,
Ryan.”
    He had his hat back on. “Sorry for what?”
    “Actually, I’m not sorry. I’m glad I saw you
naked. You look really nice without clothes on. Who were you
thinking about when you were in the shower? Was it me?”
    “Just row the fucking boat and shut up,
Alexa,” he snapped.
    Bingo! He was thinking about me .
     
     

Chapter Three
     
     
     
    Ryan avoided me for most of the next week,
making sure we were never alone in the house together. If I
happened to be in a room by myself, he would breeze in and then
leave just as quickly. I didn’t mind, because at dinner, he was my
captive. He typically sat on the other end of the table, and I
would stare at him while he ate, which from the slightly tense
expression on his face, bothered him. The conversation was mundane
and neutral and slightly stilted, but that didn’t matter. Just
being in the same room with him made my tummy tingle and my body
reverberate with the sweet buzz of sensual recognition. When I was
alone in bed at night, with my hand in my panties, rubbing myself,
that’s when I let my fantasies run wild. Ryan had no idea, but he
was my lover. He made me cum every night.
    Early Saturday morning Ryan and I were in
mom’s car in the yet to be built area behind our house. When the
economy was booming, the builders had planned this community,
laying down roads and marking plots. When the Great Recession hit,
construction halted overnight. All that remained were the roads.
Ryan was teaching me how to drive, because I had put it off for far
too long now, and it was not going well.
    “Let out the clutch slowly.”
    “I’m trying.”
    “You gotta do it slower.”
    I hadn’t been able to get into first gear. My
attempts were rough starts and stops, followed by the car stalling.
“Maybe I should drive the automatic?”
    “Your mother wants you to learn on a
stick.”
    “I don’t know why. Most cars are
automatic.”
    “I think she wants to give you this car,
honey.”
    I sighed. “Shit.” The vehicle shook and then
stalled. “I’m not good at this.”
    “Yes, you are. Now, put it in park, and try
again.”
    I had a horrible habit of stomping on the
brake, which made the car shudder to an abrupt halt, forcing Ryan
to brace himself on the dashboard. After ten or more of these
jerking maneuvers, I swore he had turned green.
    “Are you all right?”
    “Just fine.”
    “You don’t look fine. Am I making you
sick?”
    “Nope.”
    “Oh, Ryan,” I giggled. “I’m sorry. You’re
gonna barf, aren’t you?”
    “Let’s give it another try. Put it in park,
and start again. Okay?”
    “I’ll try.” I turned the key, and nothing
happened. “It won’t work.”
    “Is the clutch in?”
    “Oops, forgot that.”
    “Put the clutch in.”
    “Okay, here goes.” The engine turned over,
the car vibrating lightly.
    “Now first gear. With the clutch in.”
    “Got it.”
    “Great.”
    “Now what?”
    He gave me a look. “Give it gas, and slowly
let the clutch out.”
    I followed these instructions, and to my
amazement, the car began to move, although it shuddered slightly.
“Omigod!” Excitement raced through me.
    “That’s great.” He sounded relieved.
    I gripped the steering wheel. “What now?”
    “Follow the road.” My movements were jerky
and less than confident. Ryan’s hand was on the door handle. “Give
it a little more gas, honey.” My foot pressed the pedal a touch too
aggressively, and we charged forward. “Easy.”
    “What do I do now?”
    “Follow the road. Let’s get you used to first
gear before we—”
    “Oh