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the screen door open.

"Oh, hi," I called as if surprised to find her in this neck of the
woods. "What're you walking away for?" she asked. I stopped. "I'm
not." "How about a Coke?"

I shrugged. "Okay. Thanks." I hurried across her front lawn.

She stood there, holding the door and watching me, a look on her face
as if she knew everything but considered it more fun to play
ignorant.

Not dressed for company, she was wearing an old blue chambray
shirt--probably one of Danny's. The sleeves were rolled halfway up her
forearms and the top couple of buttons weren't fastened. Her shirt
wasn't tucked into anything. (Maybe she wore nothing it could be
tucked into.) Her legs were bare, and she didn't have on any shoes or
socks.

As I trotted up the porch stairs, she asked, "Where you been hiding
yourself?"

I shrugged and blushed. "Nowhere much," I said.

In the doorway, she gave me a hug. I didn't often get hugs from Lee;
only if we hadn't seen each other for a long time. I put my arms
around her. As she kissed my cheek and I kissed hers, she gave me a
good solid squeeze, mashing me against the front of her body. Her
shirt was soft against my skin. By the feel of her breasts, I knew she
wasn't wearing any bra.

It was just about the best hug ever.

But we broke it up after a couple of seconds. Lee turned away, saying,
"Come on, let's get those Cokes."

I followed her toward the kitchen, watching the back of her shirt. It
draped her rear end, then stopped. The tail fluttered slightly as she
walked.

"So what've you been doing with yourself?" she asked.

I suddenly remembered.

"Oh, yeah," I said.

That was all I needed to say.

About one stride into the kitchen, Lee stopped and turned around and
raised her eyebrows.