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“Have fun.”
Evan felt awkward at first with the two adults he barely knew, but Dale and Harry knew Cindy well, and they treated him like a team member. Her shirt and shorts were striped like New York Yankees uniforms. “What, what do you mean?”
“I mean, with your mother or for her.”
It took forty minutes to reach the race track. “Um, yes.” The front of her shirt was cut past where a bra should have crossed her cleavage, and he realized his eyes hadn’t deceived him. The image of Deana’s pink, cotton-puff nipples, erecting and turning a fiery, red scarred his brain. Becky liked sex, and secrets with no strings attached, it was a perfect distraction for him.