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bed.”
    “Well, she’s better than being sodomized by a bull elephant.”
    “Cut the shit.”
    Adam’s smirk became a smile as he took in a deep breath. “Here’s a bombshell. She’s got reloads.”
    “Oh, bite me, she does not. I’ve seen her in a bikini and those are—”
    “I’ve felt them, Carter.”
    “You...you mean, her funbags have...little funbags inside?”
    Adam nodded. “Back-up funbags.”
    “Shit. But...they move. Remember that day I was over at your house and she was wearing that T-shirt with no bra? I was so worried you’d want to leave the room before she did, because there was no way I could’ve stood up. Her breasts jiggled under that T-shirt, Adam. They jiggled.”
    “Looks like strides are being made in the field of funbagology, Carter.” Carter said nothing for several seconds, then let out a long sigh, as if he were exhausted. Rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. “I don’t know, Adam. I mean, doing something like that, doing your stepmom...” He dropped his hands and turned to Adam. “You’re either gonna burn in Hell or end up on The Jerry Springer Show.”
    “I’d prefer Hell.”
     
     

 
    FOUR
     
    Adam’s idea had been to take Gwen’s advice, join a health club, and put some muscle on his bones, and to get Carter to join with him. Carter was reluctant at first but, still stunned by the revelation that Adam had been having sex with his dad’s wife, he agreed to give it a try, especially when Adam said he would not do it without him. Adam drove them to The Spectrum, a Beverly Hills health club where his mother had been a member for as long as he could remember.
    The Spectrum was a bad idea. Adam had forgotten that it catered mostly to industry types, from studio suits to actors. They left immediately.
    “I don’t like living around them, and with one of them,” Adam said, back in the car. “I sure as hell don’t want to sweat with them.”
    They went to the one place in Los Angeles where people in the movie business would not be caught dead: Hollywood. They joined Sal’s Gym and Sauna, a little piece of strip mall just off Sunset. The place was as quiet as a mausoleum when Sal himself took them on a tour of the equipment. They got lockers and worked out for a while, laughing the whole time, feeling like idiots on the exercise equipment.
    On the way back to the car, Adam noticed a bookstore a few doors down in the strip mall, The Book Place. Neither had seen it before and went inside to look around.
    It was a used bookstore, but with a hippyish, New-Agey look and feel. Along with the large selection of books, the store sold scented candles, potpourri, and incense. Their aromas blended into a sweet, cloying smell that made them both wrinkle their noses when they walked in.
    Carter went to the magazine shelves while Adam made his way slowly up and down the narrow aisles between tall shelves of books.
    She stepped in front of him so abruptly, Adam almost ran into her.
    “Hi,” she said, smiling.
    Pale, with hair a deep red, pulled back from the sides and held with something in back, while loose strands cascaded past her shoulders. She said nothing after “hi,” but did not move. Just stood there smiling crookedly. There was a dimple in her left cheek, where the corner of her mouth turned down instead of up like the right. In contrast to her dark red hair, her pale blue eyes exploded from her face in spite of her slight squint. A charming squint.
    “I bet you’re looking for something interesting,” she said.
    Adam realized he had not replied to her greeting, just stared at her. He cleared his throat and said, “Um...hi.” Instantly, he realized how stupid that sounded because she had already said something else, moved forward in the exchange. He felt like an idiot.
    “Do I need to talk slower?” she said.
    “Oh, no. Um...I just...I was startled, I guess.”
    “Okay Hi.”
    “Hi.”
    “I bet you’re looking for something