I know the girls were excited about playing at home.

Most beautiful but dumb girls think they are smart and get away with it, because other people, on the whole, aren't much smarter.

Most beautiful but dumb girls think they are smart and get away with it, because other people, on the whole, aren't much smarter.

Twisting the nipple so I inhaled audibly, and he hesitated for a moment but kept going. His dick smearing at my bare thighs. I would be shunted along whatever would happen, I understood. However he piloted the night. And there wasn't fear, just a feeling adjacent to excitement, a viewing from the wings. What would happen to Evie?

That was our mistake, I think. One of many mistakes. To believe that boys were acting with a logic that we could someday understand. To believe that their actions had any meaning beyond thoughtless impulse. We were like conspiracy theorists, seeing portent and intention in every detail, wishing desperately that we mattered enough to be the object of planning and speculation. But they were just boys. Silly and young and straightforward; they weren't hiding anything.

The girls from Tanzania were all between 17 and 25, they had little or no education. At the orphanage they would learn how to feed and clean the children and put them to bed. If a kid said his stomach hurt, one of the girls might hit them.