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girl boner."
     
Penny laughs. "What can I tell you, Mad?
Guys are all fucked up in the head, every last one of them. Still,
they're a lot of fun once you sort through the assholes and find a
good one."
     
I nudge her in the ribs and whisper. "Uh
oh. Brace yourself. Nightmare at 3 o'clock."
     
Penny looks confused until she turns and
spots the girl approaching the couch. Manda Sloane, the hostess of
the party, has us in her sights, and it looks like there's no
escape. The broad, slightly crazed grin on her face is explained by
the half empty bottle of tequila swinging loosely from her hand as
she weaves her way through the crowd.
     
"Ladies!" Manda yells, loud enough to carry
over the music. "What are you doing sittin' on the couch like a
couple of grandmas?"
     
I smile politely. "Oh, we're just taking a
break from the dance floor. Don't worry about us." I can't stand
Manda, but there's no getting around the fact that the girl throw
the best parties in town. Her dad owns this massive 10 bedroom
house, his job takes him to Stuttgart twice a month, and he's so
desperate to make sure his ex-wife is miserable that he'd put up
with anything to stop Manda from moving in with her mother,
including cleanup costs that often run into the thousands of
dollars after every epic rager. Everyone between the age of 17 and
25 for ten miles around knows about Manda's legendary house
parties, but only 1% of them ever get through the door. It's a
close run thing, but it's just about worth putting up with Manda's
grating personality to get into that 1%.
     
"No break. Drink!" Manda barks, holding out
the tequila with one hand and a plate of salt and lime with the
other.
     
Penny puts on a convincing fake smile. "Oh,
we've already had too much, Manda, but thanks anyway."
     
"No! Drink! Drink drink drink drink drink."
She spins around and drops herself on the sofa between the two of
us, forcing us both to hop out of the way to avoid her swiftly
approaching ass. "My party, my rules."
     
    I catch Penny's eye, passing a silent message. Let's just humor
her for a minute. I shake a little salt out on the back of my hand, grab a
slice of lime and pass the plate across to Penny.
     
Manda takes a swig straight from the
bottle, swallows and winces. "Soooo, girls, what's the gossip? Lay
it on me, sisters."
     
    I take the bottle, lick the salt and take a swig before
biting the lime. Fuck, I hate tequila! I can't stand this shit, but it's worth it to keep
from talking.
     
Penny steps in. "No gossip, Manda. It's
been pretty quiet lately."
     
Manda almost hops in her seat as she turns
to me. "Wait! Didn't I hear something about a deadbeat brother?"
She nods to herself. "Yeah, your dad has some kind of criminal son,
right?"
     
I don't know how Manda does it. Only a
couple of people know about Rafe, but somehow word has reached the
gossip queen of California.
     
"Ummm, yeah," I admit. "He arrived this
afternoon."
     
    "That's, like, soooo fucking cool, Maddy! I always wanted a brother,
but then, y'know, dad's vasectomy, mom's affair, the divorce, yada
yada yada. Wasn't on the cards, I guess. So what's he like? I hear
he killed a guy."
     
    I laugh. "What?! No! No, nothing like that. He just...
well, he stole a car. Well, I don't know if he stole it, stole it, but he took it for a
joyride."
     
    Manda shakes her head in wonder. "That's just, like, soooo badass. Is he
hot?"
     
The question takes me by surprise. "What? I
don't know! I mean no! I don't care!"
     
Manda turns to Penny and flashes an evil
grin. "I knew it. He's hot. She likes him, right?"
     
    Now that the conversation has turned to mocking me Penny
wants in on the action. "That's exactly what I said! She was
all gross,
he's my brother, but I can tell. She gets all googly eyed when she talks
about him. I swear she's been burning holes through all her panties
ever since she first saw his picture."
     
Manda jumps up in her seat again, bouncing
the sofa cushions and spilling tequila on the