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on blocks. Some of the trailers were dark and quiet and others blazed with light, music, whoops, and sharp cries. Toward the end of the camp we came to a small green trailer, the single-axle kind, with the rounded edges of the early sixties and blocks under the front and back to make it level and stable. More cinder blocks had been piled to make steps up to the door and beside them was an ancient and wind-battered jade plant.
    Deanna knocked on the door. “Jubilee, Momma’s got
someone for you.” We heard a voice from inside, though I couldn’t make out the words. Deanna opened the door and poked her head in. “Momma said to tell you that this one’s real special, a sweet baby butch, and you get to have his cherry, all right?”
    I heard laughter from inside. “Send him in, sweetie.”
    Deanna grabbed me by the shoulders as if she knew that I was thinking of bolting again (“Remember what I said, don’t you worry now”), and shoved me up the cinder block steps. I came to a stop on the few square feet of linoleum that designated the mini-kitchen, and wiped the ice-cold sweat off my palms onto my T-shirt. Drake’s dick felt like a fist pressing into my crotch in the tight harness. I tried to swallow but found that my mouth was so dry I couldn’t. I tried to make sense of what I was seeing. The inside of the tiny trailer was strung with pink Christmas lights, and the table and counters of the kitchen/dining area were crammed with thick leafy plants. The other end of the trailer was draped in cloth of every texture and weight, and I didn’t know where to look.
    â€œHey, sweet boy, come here and let me take a look at you.”
    Her voice was rich and warm, like coffee, and as I turned to look into the red and pink cloth womb of her bed she shone out like a full moon breaking through the clouds, her pale skin dusted white in the dim light and seeming to glow from within. She sat up and swung both legs over to the floor. Her hair fell long and dark behind her. The deep red of her lipstick was the only color in her pale face, and her filmy pink slip showcased her lush creamy cleavage and strong thighs. I stood, stock-still, trying to work up enough spit to swallow.
    â€œCome sit with me,” she said as she handed me a glass of water, and clearly not trusting my ability to locomote any
more than I did, she took my hand and pulled me across to the bed to sit awkwardly on the edge. She curled up against the cushions half behind me. “What a big handsome boy you are,” she said, lightly brushing my arm and thigh with her fingers. “Just relax and take your time and tell me what you want when you’re ready.”
    I could see my boots were resting there on the floor, but I couldn’t feel my feet in them. I thought my palms must be making an oily slick of cold sweat on the front of my jeans but I couldn’t move them. Shit—I was scared. I wished Drake was there to make things happen. I wished I was Drake and that I knew exactly what to do. It had seemed, when Drake strapped his big dick onto me and then pulled up my shorts and jeans and slapped my butt and said, “Go get ’em tiger!” that the dick would know what to do, but now it just lay there like the most obvious lump in the world, stretching my jeans all out of shape.
    â€œPoor sweet boy—come here,” she said, and I felt her soft hand on the back of my neck, petting the clipped hair like I was a cat. “Don’t worry, Jubilee will take care of you. Don’t be scared, just let me hold you for a while.”
    I curled myself around and let her fold me into her arms. With her hand still on my neck she pulled my head down to rest on the soft cushion of her breasts. She smelled like mango ice cream and I breathed in the wonderful scent of her and suddenly felt so relaxed that I thought I might just fall asleep right there.
    She picked up my hand. “What big