THE HOT TEXAS SUN BEAT down on my back as I repaired the barb-wire fence between Nanna’s place and the neighbors. My thoughts wandered back to the events of last night. It’d started innocently enough. We went on a couple of rides, but she wanted to hang out with Dee at the picnic tables. Someone bought the first round of drinks, and it went from there. Before I knew it, Melanie and I were the only ones left. Maybe it was the amount of alcohol, or maybe it was the Festival, or maybe the universe was interfering, there was a definite connection between us. I leaned over and put my hand on her bare knee. She shivered beneath my touch, and she leaned into me to whisper a story in my ear. I don’t even remember what it was about. Her cherry red lips were so close to me, and I tried to fight it,
