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the
sun on my face. A loud splashing had my eyes flying open. Abby and
Madison were in the pool, clinging to enormous blow-up toys. There
was a blue dolphin and a crocodile, which Abby clung to.
    “Did we scare you?” Madison asked.
    “No.”
    “Too bad.” Screaming and giggling ensued, as
they splashed and played. The peace was now thoroughly
shattered.
    “Hey,” murmured Carmen. “I wanna show you
something.”
    “What?”
    “It’s over here. Come on.”
    I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me.
“Your sisters are little brats.”
    “For sure,” she laughed.
    We wandered down a gravel path, the rocks
digging into the bottoms of my feet. “Where are we going?”
    “I’ve arranged some entertainment. It’s right
over here.”
    “God, what are you up to?”
    “All sorts of good stuff.”
    “Oh, boy.”
    We entered a small maze, with perfectly
trimmed bushes more than eight feet tall around us. Wandering
around the labyrinth, we came to the center, which was a
small-enclosed space, cut off from the rest of the garden. Someone
had placed a blanket on the ground, and Stuart, the gardener, sat
on it, a crooked smirk on his face.
    “Good day, ladies.”
    “Hello, Stuart,” said Carmen. “Fancy meeting
you here.”
    “I usually obey when I’m summoned, Ms.
Hollander.” He winked at her.
    Nervous bundles of energy raced through me,
because Carmen had engineered this little rendezvous. I didn’t have
a clue about the opposite sex. I knew my body like the back of my
hand; therefore, I could navigate Carmen’s easily and pleasurably,
but what lurked under his clothing created a firestorm of worry. My
mother had warned me repeatedly about date rape scenarios and being
touched inappropriately, and how I shouldn’t be alone with a man
who wasn’t my husband.
    “She’s scared shitless, Carmen.”
    “Oh, Jess. Relax. He’s not gonna hurt you.
Come sit with us.” She held out her hand. “You don’t have to do
anything you don’t want to.”
    I clasped the towel to my chest; the rest was
wrapped around my back. I got on the blanket, scooting to the
furthest corner. “What are we doing?”
    “You don’t even have to touch him. I’ll touch
him.”
    “I’ve never seen anybody more terrified.”
Stuart moved towards me, and I stifled a gasp, which was
mortifying. “I’m not gonna hurt you, Jessica.” Humor shone in his
eye.
    “Don’t scare her half to death, you idiot!”
chastised Carmen.
    “She’s about to take off.”
    “I’m good. I’m sorry.” This was so
embarrassing.
    “He’s just a guy. There’s nothing to be
afraid of. Watch.” She smacked him in the arm.
    “Hey!”
    “See. You can hurt him. You wanna smack
him?”
    “What the fuck, Carmen?”
    She laughed, “He’s not made of steel. He’s
just a moron gardener.”
    “That’s totally uncalled for. I was your
first; you little shit. You’d still be a virgin, if it wasn’t for
me.”
    “Ha! There are plenty of guys where you came
from, buddy. I was only fifteen. Daddy should’ve had you
arrested.”
    “You wanted it. Don’t even try to pretend you
didn’t.”
    She hit him again. “Pervert! You should be in
jail!” Carmen jumped him, giggling, while he grabbed her, holding
her close, his face in her neck. “Don’t touch me!” She was on the
blanket, his weight on top of her. I watched their aggressive
flirting, finding it interesting, yet slightly worrying. She seemed
to enjoy it, because instead of fighting him, their lips met,
tongues battling. I’d never kissed a guy before. I had seen movies
where the characters kissed, but it had been chaste and
perfunctory. Until last night, I had only kissed my mother and
father, but that was hardly the same thing.
    “Get off!” She pushed him. “It’s not me who
needs you. Kiss her.” She pointed in my direction.
    The urge to flee was incredibly strong.
“Uh…I’m good.”
    “She’s about to bolt.”
    “No she’s not. Come on, Jess. Kiss him. He’s
not