Whenever we visited my parents' family in Indiana, I wanted to stay with my Cousin Buster, who lived in the Trailer in the Deep Woods. I liked to stay overnight in the trailer, crammed beside him in his narrow bed, giggling and talking and reading Casper comic books. I always waited for him to fall asleep first, so I could watch his bare chest rise and fall, his eyebrows flutter, his lips purse together in a dream.
When I grow up, I thought, I'll sleep like this every night, with a boy next to me, warm and hard in the night, reading comic books.
But the last few visits, we stayed with my Aunt Nora in Rome City, who had "plenty of room," so there was no need for me to "bother" my cousin by spending the night in his bed. We just dropped in for brief visits.
He was built, with a hard chest and thick biceps visible under his brown t-shirt. He a round face with thin blond hair and blue eyes. Big hands.
We sat in his bedroom -- the comic books and G.I. Joes were gone -- and talked about classes and Adam-12 and the cute girls who hung out at the Blue Moon Drive In.
Cute girls? What about spending the night with boys, reading comic books, cuddling, falling asleep in each other's arms?
"I have a date tomorrow," Cousin Buster said. "To go ice skating. She could get a girl for you, and we could double."
I didn't want to date girls! "Um...thanks, but we're staying in Rome City. My parents wouldn't want to drive all the way back here to pick me up afterwards."
"You could spend the night. Just like when we were kids."
Now I wanted to go! I ran out to the living room to ask my parents if it was ok.
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