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the side, making it hard for him to pull her dress back up. He
struggles to cover his tracks, pinching the shoulder of the dress and bringing it
back up as delicately as possible. After some time fiddling with the strap, she
remains still as if asleep, and he convinces himself that he’s in the clear.
    The hem of the dress is still pulled up on one
side so far that he can see her soft white panties and the curve of her butt.
He smiles wickedly again and shakes his head, resisting the urge to tempt fate,
and presses the pedal until the car rolls forward again.
    Tommy drives aimlessly for about an hour with
Margarette unconscious. The cassette deck clicks to the end of the tape and
flips to the B side when he pulls into Sharon’s backyard. He goes down a long
driveway by a youth sports field and a big ditch that separates the thick woods
from her two-story house.
    Sharon and Tommy broke up a few weeks ago. When
she told him she was seeing someone else he smiled thinking she was kidding.
She had always been a bitch to him, and this was a way for her to have more
freedom to do whatever the frick she wanted, he assumed. Then the news broke to
everyone. At first he tried to make it sound like a good thing. That he would
get lots of girls, and his freedom had just begun. But until this night every
girl had stayed clear of him beyond the casual flirt.
    He had come to see if Sharon’s light was out, and he’s
satisfied when he sees that it is. The light being off is a good thing, and he
smiles, until his imagination takes hold. His smile falters. Now he doesn’t
know if the light is out because she just had sex, or so people wouldn’t see
her having sex, or if she’s out at someone else’s house having sex. Every
possibility tightens a lump in his stomach filled with acid. He puts his hand
on Margarette’s ass like an arm rest, rapping his fingers on her bare butt, now
less concerned about waking her up. He keeps his hand there and watches the
house while a slow jam plays that sounds a lot like his relationship with
Sharon. He leaves when the song ends and feels guilty for touching Margarette.
His eyes are wet and he sniffles driving away, but no tear ever falls.
    Margarette wakes up when he runs over a railroad
track on the way to his sister’s house. She presses her arm against the door to
sit up and looks down at her chest. Her breast is partially exposed and her top
is loose. Some of what happened in the field rushes back to her. She pulls up
her dress and looks over at Tommy.
    “Holy shit. It wasn’t a dream. Where the frick are
we going?”
    “I told you I don’t know where you live. Thank the
Lord you’re awake. I’m low on gas.”
    “Of course I’m awake,” she says. “What the hell am
I doing there? I mean here? Fricking hell… my head hurts.”
    Tommy looks at her. “Where should I take you?”
    “Where are we now?”
    “Near the airport.”
    “I live a few miles away. Go down Covenant.”
    “My sister lives a few blocks from here.”
    “What?” she mutters confused, not realizing it is
an offer.
    “You could sober up.”
    “Shit… my mom thinks I’m at Alice’s house
tonight.”
    “Alice Walker?”
    “Alice Cherise. Her dad’s name is Walker.” She
pauses for a second. “Why are my clothes torn, Tommy?”
    After an even longer pause, Tommy turns down the
radio and softly clears his throat. “You were… you were almost attacked
tonight. Some guys tried to take advantage of you.”
    “What?”
    “Do you remember what you drank?”
    Margarette sits forward, fear sobering her
instantly. She thinks of her evil bitch faux friends—her one friend, she
corrects herself almost instantly. How could Alice do this to her? The
stupidity of her actions becomes clear. She even resents correcting Tommy about
Alice’s last name. She thinks about how wicked these girls are, and her lips
buckle. She begins to cry.
    “Not me! I didn’t do anything,” Tommy says
awkwardly, then recalls his