#good boys and girls go to heaven.


"The closest we got to hedonistic excess- spooning peanut butter chunks straight from the tub and talking about things we wanted and waited for and things we'd lost in the fire. A growing carelessness of the limbs. A lethargic hand here, the flash of a bare vanilla leg there, melted icecream, sticky lips and fingers, your head soft and seeking against my shoulder, my lamb,

and falling asleep after, in a sweet tangle of tired limbs.

Looking back in retrospect it would have been so easy to have done it, if we had wanted to; to have sex, then, all of us, all of those lonely, curious, ready bodies so far from home. But the boys didn't swing far enough our way to be interested and the girls were too comfortable to care.
...And so, with this guarantee on our purity, we slept; in the rare sweet knowledge between boys and girls that in the morning we would wake up and be able to look each other in the eye."