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there on Friday, see, them two had me in bed before ten minutes was up. Nope, not complainin’. And damn, we stayed there for a long while, cuz it was super monumental being together again—stayed in the bed ’til we were all three starvin’, that is. Yeah. Our grumblin’ bellies finally got us outta bed. We went for pizza at this college pizza joint. Little pockets of preppy college dudes were sprinkled here and there, gapin’ at me like they never before seen a redneck. I got to feelin’ like a piece of shit without no reason in life, and I said some stupid shit about One Voice. If you want to piss off Zander Zane, you dis his precious love-everybody-equal rainbow group.
    And before that, Zander brought up the whole fucked-up thing goin’ on with Uncle Rich and Cindy and how I’m forced to pay for her sins. And I don’t know what to make of her actions neither, so I figure it must be my fault somehow. And I guess I didn’t give Zane the right answers to his real good questions on the topic.
    But thank shit we got back on the right track at the make-your-own-sundae joint that looked like some kinda Hansel and Gretel gingerbread house on the outside. That part was all thanks to Casey, who kept on grabbin’ my hand as we were eatin’ our ice cream and stickin’ it on top of Zander’s hand, over and over, so any ice that’d formed ’tween me and Zander got melted away.
    Our ice cream sundaes came out lookin’ a lot like each of us. Casey’s was small and perfect, a strawberry sundae with one scoop of vanilla ice cream that turned pinkish with the strawberry sauce, a tiny puff of whipped cream, and a pretty strawberry right on top. Zander made himself a decent-sized butterscotch sundae, also with vanilla ice cream. But he skipped the whipped cream and went with a pile of crushed-up nuts instead. Then there was my ice cream sundae. It turned out to be an enormous and towerin’ pile of a bunch of different kinds of ice cream, hot fudge and butterscotch sauce, whipped cream, jimmies, nuts, tiny chocolate candies, a bunch of these spicy little red hearts, a couple of cherries, and two biscotti stuck into the side of the bowl. Casey told me that’s what them crispy cookies were called. Like, you name it and it was in that bowl. Big and not too pretty, it was.
    Us three sat in that cute old-fashioned-lookin’ ice cream parlor and downed those sundaes, not talkin’ too much like we did at dinner, but more just eatin’ and takin’ each other in. Casey was as cute as ever. He insisted on feedin’ each of us a big spoonful of his strawberry sundae, and then he stole bites of our ice cream right off our spoons. I rubbed Zander’s knee a couple times to let him know that I knew wherever and however One Voice met would be a good and kind place where I would belong.
    After ice cream, there were movies. And after movies was the best part, when we got back to the dorm. Us three went to the big bathroom in the hallway, and we lined up at this long row of sinks and brushed our teeth while lookin’ at each other in this stretched-out mirror. We each took a minute in the can, and then we headed back to the room. I’m supposed to be callin’ it “our room,” but it feels too weird, so I just call it “the room.”
    That night in bed we did somethin’ a little different from what we usually do. First, I got on my knees and told each of them to lie down on their backs on each side of me. Casey lay right down, but Zander looked at me sideways for a couple seconds before he slowly leaned back. Didn’t bother me none. I knew it was a bit harder for him to give up all sexual control to me when I wanted it—much more than it was for Casey—but that inside his heart, he really wanted to. So, soon as they were both lyin’ there, holdin’ on to each other’s hands and lookin’ up at me, I took hold of their dicks and just did my thing. Told ’em they had to look up at me the whole time I was doin’ it too.
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