I looked down at Courtney. Her nose and mouth were buried against my neck. She glanced up at me, squinting. "You know that promise is no good," I said.

"Prick," Courtney groaned. She pushed forward, pushing me out of the way. All of her black hair tumbled forward from her shoulders and neck and I leaned back on the balls of my feet. I traced my hand over the curve of her spine, drew it over her plump bottom. Then I reached back, grabbed the bottle of shampoo and squirted it into my hand. I stepped beside her and kneeled down. When my gooey palm slipped into her crack she...