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body against Polly's, making sure she could feel
his excitement. At the same time he kept up the hand action on her
big breasts while wondering if he should maneuver his other hand
under her sweater, or was it too soon?
    By this time she was kissing him back with a great deal of wet
tongue and plenty of enthusiasm. This was a good sign.
    Deciding he had nothing to lose, he slid his hand under her
sweater, pushed her bra up, and grabbed a handful of soft, warm
flesh.
    "Cut it out!" she giggled, surfacing for air. "We're on the
street, anybody can see."
    "No they can't."
    "Yes they can ."
    "Let's go somewhere else," he gulped, hoping he wasn't about to
come in his underwear.
    "Like where , Mr. Smarty Pants?" she asked, pulling her
sweater down and recovering her composure.
    "How about a hotel?" he suggested.
    "What kind of a girl do you think I am?" she said indignantly.
    A girl I'm gonna fuck , he thought, or die
trying .
    She threw him another look. He was so damn handsome. And hot. And
big where it mattered. All the things that Cyril was not.
    "You got money for a hotel?" she asked. " 'Cause I live with my
parents, which means we can't go there."
    "I got money," he boasted, trying to control his excitement at
what might lie ahead.
    "Then what're we waiting for?" she asked, slipping her arm through
his.
    Holy cow! He was finally about to get laid. He couldn't believe
it. The furthest he'd gotten before was with a girl at school, Tina,
and although Tina was pretty and popular, she was not into
experimenting. The most he'd ever gotten out of her was a few French
kisses and a quick feel of her breasts—which were no way as
large as Polly's, and always fully covered.
    "Sex is for marriage," Tina had often told him, her pretty face
deadly serious. "We have to wait."
    Like he was ready for marriage. No way. Besides, he was fed up
with waiting. He knew what he wanted, and if he didn't get it soon
he'd go crazy.
    He was fifteen. He was a man. He needed sex.
    One day he'd attempted to raise the subject of sex with his dad,
who unfortunately was confined to a wheelchair. Vinny had stared at
him for a few silent minutes before shaking his head in a gloomy way.
"Stay away from falling in love," he'd warned. "It only leads to
heartbreak."
    Michael knew that his dad was bitter, although it was hard to
ignore that Vinny never had a good word to say about anyone or
anything. He sat in his wheelchair, either at home or in the store,
and rarely spoke. If he wasn't at the shop, he was stuck in front of
the TV, his favorite place.
    What kind of a life is that ? Michael thought. Certainly not
the kind of life he wanted.
    He'd never known Anna Maria, his mother, although he certainly
knew what she'd looked like. There was a big picture of her in the
center of the mantelpiece, surrounded by candles. Every Sunday at six
o'clock his dad lit the candles and said a prayer.
    Lani had explained to him that some bad men had shot his mom and
that he'd been born a short time after she died. When he'd first
heard the story it hadn't meant much to him, but as he grew older he
started thinking about it more and more. Instead of having loving
parents like Tina, he was stuck with a grandmother who barely had
time for anything except work and a dad who was trapped in a
wheelchair. It made him think about his mom, imagining how different
things might have been if she'd lived.
    It had been occurring to him more and more lately that he wanted
to know how the crime had happened, so one day he'd taken himself to
the police station and asked if they could look up the case and give
him some more information.
    The detective in charge was a jovial fellow who knew Lani, so he'd
obliged and retrieved the file. "Not much to tell, except that they
never caught the perpetrators," he'd said. "Sorry, son."
    "Did anyone find out who they were?" Michael had asked.
    "Nope." The detective had shaken his head. " 'Fraid the case is
closed."
    It seemed strange to him that in a