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would do anything he
asked.
    For the fifth time today she stripped to her
swimsuit, this time quickly. Mr. Merle glanced at her, “I'm sure
that more than one spectator at your swim-meets was there for the
wrong reasons.”
    “Be quiet, Mr. Merle.”
    “Brad. Calling me 'Mr. Merle' makes me feel
like I should be driving a white van.”
    “Brad.”
    “Now take off that suit,” he said.
    “This is a small town,” said Brie. “If you
get pulled over, I'm toast.”
    “We're a mile from the house.”
    That smile. Jesus . What options did a
girl have? She slid a strap off one shoulder, then over the other,
revealing the capacious breasts that the men of Trestle dreamed and
masturbated over, despite being mostly covered up.
    “Nice,” said Brad.
    Brie continued, sliding the suit over her
hips, then down her legs as the Audi pulled into the Merles’
driveway. She was naked in the passenger seat and staring straight
ahead.
    “How many guys have seen this view?” said
Brad.
    “Maybe two. I don't know.”
    “Did they appreciate it?”
    “I guess.”
    “You're beautiful.”
    “So how does your story end?” said Brie.
    “I don't want to ruin it for you. On your
knees. Turn around.”
    Brie did as told, turning to face the side
window. She could hear her breath and feel her pulse pounding in
her head.
    She heard a crack, followed a split-second
later by a sharp sting. “That's for making a mark on my seat,” said
Brad.
    “I'm sorry Brad!”
    Crack!
    “That's for not being serious about
school.”
    Crack! Another sting.
    “That's for strutting around the Fugleson's
yard trying to tease me.” He WAS watching!
    Crack! Brie was feeling the wetness between
her legs.
    “Hmmm,” said Brad, pausing, “What else have
you done wrong?”
    “I missed a spot on your lawn and was too
lazy to go back over it!” said Brie, excitingly.
    Crack! God, it hurt! But it sure felt
good.
    “What else did you do wrong?”
    “I rushed my way through the hedge trimming.
I wasn't as careful as I should.”
    Crack!
    “Why were you in a rush?”
    “I wanted to get to the pool.”
    Crack!
    “Why did you want to get to the pool?”
    “So you could check me out in my suit because
I knew I looked hot.” She wanted to touch herself so badly.
    Crack!
    “I haven't been picking up my room.”
    Crack!
    “I've been pretending to not hear my mother
because she's such a twit.”
    Crack! Brie slid her fingers between her
folds and let out a yelp. Her fingers felt like heaven. But before
she could savor her touch, Brad grabbed her from behind and pulled
her to him. “Are you okay?!”
    “What? Yeah, sure...” said Brie, tossed
rudely out of the way of her oncoming pleasure train.
    “You cried out,” said Brad. “I thought you
were hurt.”
    “No, no, no...” Brie said, looking into
Brad's bright blue eyes, eyes that were sucking her in like a
tractor beam. “I was touching myself, if you must know.”
    “Oh... I'm sorry.”
    “You're silly but sweet,” said Brie pushing
her mouth to his, full on the lips. She had made-out with boys
before, but none of them were like Brad Merle.
    “Come inside,” said Brad between kisses.
    “I—okay....” said Brie, never wanting nothing
so much in her entire nineteen years. She gazed over Brad's
shoulder and read 7:05 on the dashboard. “Shit! I'm late!” she
said.
    Brie threw on her shorts and tank top,
clutching her swimsuit in her hand, opening the car door and
running to the pick-up’s open cargo bay. Her lawnmower was still on
the driveway right below the gate. Brie bent down to heave the
mower into the pick-up when Brad intercepted her, tossing the
fifty-pound mower into the truck bed like an empty bottle of Drano.
Brie paused for a second, taking in what she just saw. Brie was
proud of the strength she had gained from four years of competitive
swimming, but that, right there? That was different. That
was strength. She thought about how Brad could easily overpower
her, about how he