Chapter 17

“Shut up and kiss me,” Kevin said.

I shut up and he kissed me thoroughly, after which we collected our bets.

As we all headed back to the pool, someone, I couldn’t make out who, said, “I learned one thing just now—a man doesn’t have to have a dick to be one hell of a stud.”

Wayne and Martin walked to the house and disappeared inside, and Carl whispered something in George’s ear.

“Sure, Carl. He meant what he said,” George said.

Carl led Jim to the lanai, and they settled into a sixty-nine on one of the chaise lounges. The rest of us dove into the pool.

The party broke up a couple of hours later, and after everyone was dressed, there were hugs all around. As George and Mike walked with us to the driveway, George said, “Kevin, why don’t you guys join us at the Derby House for breakfast tomorrow morning?”

“Sure. What time? We have to be at church by ten.”

“Eight thirty okay?”

“See you then.”

On the way home, Kevin said, “Well?”

“Well, what?”