Chapter Six
Sunday Afternoon
“Tell me about your s*x teacher.” We’d stopped for sandwiches at a little off-campus café. Mine was on a croissant with a lot of sprouts. We sat in a bright, airy atrium that, with school out, was a lot less crowded than usual.
Becca smiled. “I thought you might be interested.”
I nodded, taking another bite.
“Holly was my high school BFF. Brad was her father and he kept himself fit, especially after Holly’s mother divorced him. I had a schoolgirl crush for years even though he wasn’t very tall. I could never figure out exactly why except that he had a kind of confidence about him that I found sexy. After I turned 18, Holly and I were staying at Brad’s beach condo over spring break. He came by with groceries and we sweet-talked him into grilling dinner for
