The next day, they bought a six-pack of root beer and walked to Cindy’s house. There were only eight kids and everyone seemed copacetic. Cindy played records of the Beatles, Herman’s Hermits, Three Dog Night, and other groups Brian liked. He found many of them sexy and loved the boy bands. Sometimes he’d take an album cover to bed or in the bathroom and he’d jack off to the sexy boys.
Everyone scarfed up sandwiches, chips, potato salad, and pickles, and after a while, they broke into small groups. Brian went to the bathroom, and when he came out, Cindy was waiting, biting her nails. She took his hand and led him to a backyard swing that seemed just right for two people.
The yard needed trimming, and Brian thought Jim could make the place shine. It suffered from overgrown vines and bushes
