Gary Levinson burst through the kitchen door. His best friend, Danny Rawlings, was at the table—textbooks spread out in front of him.
Breathless, because he’d run all the way from his house, Gary asked, “Raw in?”
Danny looked at his watch. Laying down his pen, he said, “You’re early.”
“Couldn’t wait.” Gary panted and rested for a moment, hands on knees. “Is he in?” he asked again.
Danny sighed, scraped back his chair and stood. “Dad’s upstairs in his room. I’m going over to Matt’s.”
Gary watched his best friend leave. He knew it was difficult for him, his best friend and his dad having s*x. Gary tried to imagine how he’d feel if he were in a similar situation—Danny about to have s*x with his mother.
“Yuck!”
He jogged round the table, through the living room and into the hall. As
