Chapter Fourteen
“C’mon, Stacy,” Jenny reached down and lifted the inert body from the floor and with an arm about her waist, led the girl back toward the apartment. Stacy’s bed was thrown back and it was obvious she had been shocked into conscientiousness the same way Jenny had: by the pounding of the rake against the outside wall.
Jenny held back the bedclothes and Stacy dully slipped between the covers. As Jenny bent to tuck her in, Stacy’s arms came up, encircling her neck. Little Stacy pulled Jenny down and Jenny didn’t resist this time. She slipped in between the sheets and snuggled alongside Stacy, an arm around the girl’s neck, and she wasn’t surprised when Stacy placed her cheek against her breast. Jenny lay back, closed her eyes and played with Stacy’s hair.
Jenny didn’t prote
