Tamera
“I thought you weren’t allowed to have company when your mom’s at work,” Tamera says. She’s so sarcastic.
“True, but my mom’s never here, so it doesn’t really matter, now does it?”
Truth is Jason’s off doing his own thing, and Ma’s at work. Why should I be alone all the time?
“I’ve been missing you,” Tamera whispers.
“I miss you more. Let me see you do that move you did at the recital.”
“I need you to do something for me today.” Tamera climbs on me, dangling her legs on either side of my chair. We’re sitting in the kitchen because my room’s a mess, which doesn’t bother me, but Tamera’s stuck up about things like that.
“Can we do what I asked you before?” I ask, rubbing her thighs the ways she likes. Getting some from Ally, a girl I don’t love, has made me extra excited about
