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stomach and a few drops on his chin.
     
When he squinted again and looked up at his neighbor’s window, he saw the guy was still
     
jacking. But he knew the guy was close. He was jacking so fast Ricky could see his balls
     
swinging back and forth. There was something both sexy and sleazy about this, and though
     
Ricky knew he should just clean up and go inside, he didn’t.
     
He milked a few more drops with his right hand and reached down to his stomach with
     
his left. With his left index finger, he scooped up a swirl of his own come, lifted his finger to his
     
lips, and stuck out his tongue with an exaggerated move. When he licked his finger, he heard his neighbor moan a few times; a second after that, the entire subdivision seemed to go dead silent
     
and he heard his neighbor’s window slam shut.
     
By the time Ricky squinted and looked up again, the curtain was drawn, the room was
     
dark, and there was no sign his neighbor had ever been watching him.
     
Chapter Three
     
On Sunday morning, Ricky met a few people he knew from school at a diner on Route 46
     
in Dover, New Jersey. Leyland was there; a tall, thin guy named JC was there; and a couple
     
named Tiffany and Glen were huddled together at the back of the table. JC had a long Roman
     
nose and his forehead was stippled with acne. He always had this frustrated pinched expression,
     
as if someone were snapping rubber bands against his ass. He wore his hair too short for
     
someone with a weak chin and a large nose. Tiffany had just had her hair streaked with chunks
     
of blond and she was wearing jeans so tight and low-waisted the zipper couldn’t have been
     
longer than two and a half inches. She wore a short sweater, exposing her ample white midriff
     
and gave the impression of a muffin top. Glen, a beefy football player with short sandy hair and a
     
thick neck, ate with his right hand and kept his left hand under the table so he could play with
     
Tiffany’s legs.
     
Tiffany remained casual and pretended nothing was happening. She picked at a small
     
green salad and talked about a friend of hers who had just been accepted into the college of her
     
choice while Glen’s hand went up her crotch. Leyland, never one to miss anything when it came
     
to sex, kept poking Ricky in the ribs and tipping his head toward Tiffany and Glen to let Ricky
     
know Glen was feeling her up under that table. At one point, Leyland actually dropped his
     
napkin so he could look under the table to see what they were doing. When he came back up, he
     
rolled his eyes and whispered into Ricky’s ear. “He’s got his hand between her legs and he’s
     
actually playing with her pussy.” No one else heard this. Tiffany was talking to JC and Glen was too busy eating his tuna
     
fish sandwich with one hand and fondling Tiffany’s pussy with the other. But when Ricky heard
     
what Glen was doing, he laughed so hard he almost choked on his omelet. Leyland had to pat
     
him on the back and JC offered him a glass of water. By the time he finally calmed down and
     
caught his breath, both of Glen’s hands were on the table and he was listening to JC talk about
     
his plans for the future. Though JC wasn’t specific, he told them the only thing he cared about
     
was getting into a good college and making tons of money when he graduated. He wanted a big
     
house, an expensive car, and he wanted to take three vacations a year. When Ricky questioned
     
JC’s integrity and asked him if he cared about doing something that would help society and
     
contribute to the world, they all just gawked at Ricky and laughed.
     
After the diner, Ricky and Leyland had to go back to school for a meeting regarding an
     
extracurricular activity. The entrepreneurial group they’d signed up for was meeting Sunday
     
because no one had time to meet during the week. Even the teacher, an older guy with pure white
     
hair and a sullen expression, was too