The polished flask gleamed. When they landed Jess-Belle was on bottom, chest heaving from the struggle, and on top of her was a surprised young man–barely more than a boy–whose unruly blond hair was dotted with clover leaves from the fall. Japanese sex “I don’t think you’re old enough for this.”
“I’m almost the right age,” Billy-Ben said, sitting up a little straighter. Jess-Belle propped herself up on one arm and looked at him. That’s an old folk’s story.”
“‘I know that,” Billy-Ben said, but there was a tremor in his voice that suggested relief. Jess-Belle liked the way the moonlight gilded the tips of the pine needles and her long, filed nails. “You knew just what you were doing.”
“Reckon I did,” he said, then went quiet. “I’m sorry I snuck up on
