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hands, warming them up.
    And then Joshua threw open the pantry door.
    There, against the shelves where the Oreos and brownie mix lived, Paul had mom pinned, her pretty yellow dress bunched up around her hips, her legs wrapped around his hips.
    Paul’s pants were pushed halfway down his ass, and he was vigorously thrusting his hips up into mom.
    Katie gasped, and then giggled nervously.  “Are those two really having sex?”
    I was horrified at what my mom and dad were doing, and that I was seeing it, and that Joshua had ever opened that door.
    I was genuinely and happily surprised, though, that Katie had to ask whether she was watching actual sex or not.  Maybe I wasn’t the only virgin left on the planet Earth, age eighteen.
    Mom and Paul didn’t even notice they were on display.  They were completely and utterly lost in each other, which was almost sweet.
    Almost.
    Joshua closed the pantry door with a gentle click and then turned to look at me, pulling a freaking metal flask out of his back pants pocket.
    “You’re drunk?!?!” I asked indignantly.  He brought the flask up to his lips and took a long pull.
    “They were really having sex, weren’t they?” Katie said, her voice getting higher with every word.
    I grabbed a piece of mom’s icebox cake and handed it to Katie with a fork, sitting her down at the kitchen table.  “Here, eat this.”  Then I turned back to Joshua who had already stowed away his flask again.
    He’d gotten Katie drunk, the jerk.
    I wanted to slap him, punch him in the teeth, something…
    But there was another thud from the pantry door, and then mom emitted a high pitched squeal.  Paul let out a raspy, satisfied moan.
    Oh god…
    I would give anything not to have witnessed all of that.
    “Don’t have a meltdown, princess,” Joshua quipped.  “It’s just sex.”
    I shot him my most withering look, which just made him smile wider.
    “They were really having sex…” Katie mumbled as she ate another bite of cake.  “In the kitchen.”
    “No, no, no…” Joshua said in a chiding, instructional tone.  “This is the kitchen.”  He pointed down to the floor beneath his feet with both hands, which made Katie giggle even more.  Then he pointed to the door where Paul and mom were… well, rutting like a couple animals.  “That there is a pantry.”
    Just then the pantry door swung open, Paul had his arm around mom’s waist, his dress shirt tail hanging out over his pants—small favor.
    Mom’s hair was mussed… kind of like Katie’s, and she was pulling down her skirt.
    Joshua coughed/laughed into his fist as he walked past me.  “Better luck the second time around, right?”
    Mom and Paul looked at us with beaming smiles.  “What?” they said in unison. 
    I tossed mom her panties and turned around, walking out of the kitchen.  “Congratulations.”
    “Were you two really having sex in there?” Katie asked as I pushed through the kitchen door.
    How could so much go wrong in such little time?
    Joshua was over in the corner taking another swig from his flask.  The look on his face was bemused.
    I wondered when he’d started drinking.  It was a stupid thing to do.  If he got caught at school doing that it would put his playing—and thus his full ride scholarship—in jeopardy. 
    And if Paul found out…
    I walked outside through the side sliding glass doors.  The North Carolina sun had baked the grass and made the air hot enough to cause instantaneous sweating.  I threw back my head and closed my eyes, taking in a deep, wonderful breath, and…
    I was going to scream.
    I should have screamed. 
    I would have felt so much better just letting it all out.
    But that wasn’t me.
    Never would be me.
    I’d eventually let it all out in therapy, someday, when my life was perfect—set—and I had time to deal with what I’d bottled up inside.
    I let out that pesky breath, a little of my anger hissing out over my tongue. 
    Yes, maybe someday…
    “So, do you