Dean was due soon. His parents had gone down to their beach shack for the long weekend. He'd told them he had to study for his final exams. They left with the parting words of maybe coming back mid week.
"You're 18 and old enough to look after yourself now," his mother had said, kind of oddly, as she picked imaginary lint off his shirt and adjusted his fringe. He'd stayed at home, when they went to the beach house, many times. "Be a good boy," she said.
Donna turned off all of the overhead lights, just the lamps were on.
She'd smoked a joint, she'd thought, fuck it, why not. She went out into the back yard to have it.
She'd cooked dinner, chicken breasts and salad. She had 2 bottles of red wine. What if he liked white? She thought at the last minute. Oh well. She shrugged.
She changed her dress twice. She'd burnt incense and had her favourite soul music playing, Nina Simone.
She felt excited and couldn't help smiling. She wanted to mould a man. She shook her head and pushed the thought right out of her brain, as soon as she'd thought it.
Equals, she thought.
The doorbell rang. She felt the butterflies in her stomach take off.
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