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footsteps.”
    Such intimate conversation.  I knew nothing would come of it.  Nothing did.  I left after about two hours of talking.  He actually gave me a nice kiss at the door.  I used the bathroom on my floor before I got ready for bed.  I saw the blood on my panties.  Oh God, he is going to know he deflowered me.  The rest of the school year, I tried to avoid him as best I could.   Although, when our eyes met, he usually smiled at me.  He never insulted me again.
      “Earth to Grace.“ Dee shouted “I am trying to evaluate our situation here and you’re not paying attention!”
    “She’s too busy dreaming about orgasms.” Laughed Janie. 
    “I am not!  I actually WAS thinking about our dire situations.”
    “Okay, so let’s continue.  We all have slept with boys barely out of their teens.  I know they say boys are soooo much more experienced.  We’ve shared with each other the details of our personal sexual experiences.  None of the boys we have been with seemed, how shall I say it?”
    “…had any skill?” piped in Janie.
    “Are well versed in meeting the pleasures that women crave.” Dee finishes. 
    “Okay then.  We know what we want” I impatiently add, “What is the solution?”
    “Oh, that’s easy” Dee proclaims “Sleep with older men.”
    “What do you mean by older?” Janie asks nervously.
    “God, Janie.  Let’s not have Daddy issues here.  I mean a guy at least out of his 20’s.  Think about it.  He has to have been around.  He can’t have slept with three or four women and automatically know what to do?  Eve, get that look off your face.  I don’t mean OLD.  I mean like 30!”
    I thought how intimidated I was around college boys.  Now, Dee is saying I have to screw a 30 year old to finally experience great sex?
    We all were quiet for a moment and then Janie adds in her perfect southern drawl, “Well it looks like I won’t be experiencing EC-STA-SY for a long time.”
    My thoughts exactly.
     

Chapter 2
     
     
     
    That afternoon, Eve and I were busting our asses spooning out ice cream at the beach on Lake Waucone.  We all worked here together on summer break starting when we were 15.  Dee was a lifeguard.  Janie checked passes at the door.  
    It was the perfect summer job.  Before we all got drivers licenses it was close enough that we could ride our bikes to work.  The hours were long which meant some nice paychecks for summer fun.  Since we only worked from Memorial Day to Labor Day, my parents never gave me pressure that a part time job was affecting my schoolwork.  And, I got to be with my girlfriends while I worked.  That was the best part.
    It was a small beach but an integral part of the community.  Half of the lakefront was dotted with homes and few upscale restaurants.  The other half was divided up between a marina and a public beach.  It was a magnet for families.  For a beach, it was quite minuscule so it never really attracted a teenage crowd.  Therefore, most of the mothers felt totally comfortable with their young children running around like maniacs.  Sometimes I felt I was in the middle of day care hell when I went to work. 
    It was our last summer working together.  Even though we moaned and groaned about the shitty pay and losers we had to serve, I didn’t want it to end.  This had been my summer for seven years.  Now it was time to grow up.
    “I don’t care what Dee says.  I’m not doing it.” 
      For some reason Eve was trying to have a conversation with me about sex while the ice cream line was out the door. 
    “Seriously Eve.  There are little kids looking at us.”
    “Oh, they don’t know what we’re talking about.  All they care is how big a scoop we put in their cones.”
    “Yeah, if you’d stop talking and actually do some scooping.”  A kid about 10 years old with blond spiky hair and blue highlights shouts out.
    “The attitude just keeps getting younger and younger.  By the way,