“He knows—?”
“No! Jinkies, no! He told me not to knock up some ‘bunny’ in high school…like he did.”
Tucker kissed Chad’s fist, with his own hand curled up in it. “Oh.”
“‘Keep it in your pants ‘til after graduation. Then use a rubber.’ So I will. I doubt I have the willpower to wait until I’m twenty-one. And if my dad had s*x before he was twenty-one, and he didn’t go to jail…Well, June 20, 1969, it’s all systems go. I’m pretty sure people have s*x all the time.”
“I think so, too.”
Tucker laughed at their naiveté as he continued to stalk his prey. Of course people were having s*x. Men and women, men and men, him and Savannah—the one time, anyway. Sometimes, he’d felt so sheltered in his teens, so cut off from the rest of the world: a huge place, and they’d lived in such a small part of
