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near the front door.
    “Good. If anyone gets caught, it will be them. She crooked her finger at Bodey.
    “You got condoms, cowboy?”
    “Sure. Big Ben told me never to leave home without ’em. There’s two in my wallet.”
    “Here’s how this is going to happen. I want my tits and down between my legs rubbed for a good long time before you stick it in, you hear. You may kiss me as much as you want. You put on your own condom, too.”
    The ground rules laid, Renee unhooked her backless sundress and dropped it to her waist. Two firm young breasts sprang free, the pink nipples already jutting out in anticipation. Bodey clamped his hands down on the boobs and began to rub.
    “Not so hard, Bodey!”
    “I know what I’m doing! Big Ben took me to a real whorehouse in New Orleans when I turned sixteen, but I had two other girls before that after rodeos and some since.”
    “Then shut up and do it.”
    Bodey applied his mouth to Renee’s nipples to free up his hands. He let his fingers wander under her dress and strip off her pink bikini pants. He worked with his fingers until she was good and slick and gasping and bending back into the rice hulls. As he knelt between Renee’s legs, he unzipped and fumbled a condom from his wallet. Shoot, he should have given one to Rusty. Well, shoot, just shoot.
    At the other end of the barn, Noreen sat huddled in a corner of the stall. Her eyes were wide, and her lips quivered. “I’ve never done this before. I had to get a little bit drunk to do it.” A gentle burp passed her lips.
    “We haven’t done anything yet, Noreen, and you shouldn’t let Renee push you into it. She’s bossy and mean. Why, we don’t have to do anything. We can just say we did.”
    “Really? No, Renee will want some kind of proof.”
    Noreen’s dark eyes seemed to fill her face, they were so wide. Rusty bet she thought she was fat, but the girl had a nice round figure and a pretty pink and white complexion like the china figurines his mom collected. His dad had broken some with his clumsy attempts to use the vacuum. The rest sat covered with gray dust.
    “Give me your panties. I’ll get you some proof.”
    Self-consciously, Noreen removed a pair of pristine white cotton panties from beneath her plaid kilt, taking care that she showed nothing off in the process. Rusty listened for a moment. The moans and grunts from the far end of the barn were loud enough to cover his exit from the stall. He found one of the nervous mares there for breeding, raised her tail and rubbed the crotch of the panties against the horse. He crept back to where Renee watched, her dark eyes peeping over the stall. “Here,” he said, offering the panties.
    “Oh, yuck! Gross! I can’t put these back on!”
    “Suit yourself. Here.” He wrapped them in a ball and stuffed the wad into the pocket of her blue, parochial girl sweater.
    “I can’t go back to the party naked down there, Rusty.”
    “Okay. Let me think. Turn around. Don’t look.”
    Noreen heard the sound of his zipper going down, his pants dropping. She worried that he might have changed his mind completely. A few seconds later, the sounds reversed. The cloth swished upwards. The zipper zinged to the top of a pair of pants.
    “Here, wear mine. I put them on clean before I went to the party.” He dangled his tighty-whities on one finger.
    Noreen took them gratefully, stepped into the leg holes, and pulled the underwear up. The cotton was still warm from his body.
    “Rusty Niles, I believe I want to kiss you.”
    She did. Her lips were plump and tasted of the salt and lime of margaritas taken on the sly. Rusty put his arms around her and prolonged the kiss. Noreen opened her mouth to breathe, and he slipped in just a little tongue. He found his hands moving to the soft breasts under the simple white blouse.
    A shout came from the far end of the barn, then an order. “You just keep moving, Bodey Landrum.”
    Sounding a little out of air, Bodey called, “You