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The usual warnings apply. If this story is illegal in your state/
country/province/city/etc, then don't read it. Or if you do, don't
talk it up. It does feature consenting sex between minors, one ten and
one twelve. Take it or leave it. You've been warned.

I'd MUCH appreciate it if you'd email me- dogtrotfever@gmail.com to
tell me what you think.

NOTE: If you're going to email me, please see the bottom of this page
for my Guidelines of Emailness. If it's asking me to do something, (I
take all sorts of feedback, readable or not) I won't even read it if
you don't follow them. (They're pretty simple legibility
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Thanks,
-Dogtrot
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STORY BACKGROUND NOTE: PLEASE READ SO YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON

Due to some confusion on my second story about ages of characters, I'm
going to include this in every subsequent S&R (Sam & Riley) story so
that everyone is on the same page. There are stories that come before
this one, and they are listed below. You don't have to read them, but
I strongly recommend that you do (before you read this one) so that
you're appropriately informed during your reading. All stories can be
found on my page on ASSTR, but I'll provide Google Published links to
make it easy.

1. A Cake and Some Sugar- When Riley goes next door to borrow some
sugar from the neighbor's ten-year-old, she may get more than she
bargained for.
http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=ddd2kck6_17cw9nd5cs

2. Baking Time- Sam and Riley bake a cake, and things get a little...
messy.
http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=ddd2kck6_11g2cbdtgx
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More Than Meets the Eye

"It looks like rain." forty-year-old Janice Granger said wistfully,
staring out at the park greens behind the house.

"Right." her daughter Riley concurred as she cleaned up from dinner.
Her father, Howard, who would have dish duty tomorrow, shrugged
indifference from the couch. A boom of thunder rolled across from the
west, shaking the windows. Mrs. Granger shook her head and went into
the kitchen, kissing the top of Riley's head as she loaded plates into
the dishwasher.

Rain indeed, Riley thought to herself. It just didn't seem like the
right way to end the day. But, regardless of her own feelings, that
was the way it was. She finished stocking the rack and slid it into
its berth, closing the door behind it with a click. She heard the
rinse cycle begin with its customary whir, and sighed, leaning back
against the counter. The first few drops of rain began to patter on
the roof, steadily increasing in frequency and size.

Riley sighed, and a deep pang of melancholy sadness filled her chest.
A week. She hadn't seen Sam in a week. Sometimes she would find
herself in a room and be unable to remember how she had got there, or
find herself thinking about his fantastically deep eyes when she was
supposed to be doing her chores. They'd only had a few hours together,
but it was enough to bring her life to a standstill.

"Brrring!" the sound of the family's phones rang out through the
house, echoing off the walls.

Riley spun and slid along the kitchen tile, reaching forward to
answer.

"Hello?"

"Riley?" the voice on the other end was Sam's.

"Sam!" adrenaline blossomed across her breastbone. Her face suddenly
felt hot, and her hands broke out in sweat.

"Hi! Um... my mom wants to talk to you." he sounded like he was having
trouble breathing at a steady pace. Riley felt a stab of primal fear.
What if his parents had found out that she had sex with their ten-year-
old?

"Riley Granger? Hi, this is Jennifer Maxwell, Sam's mom- I'm glad I
caught you, because I wanted to ask you a question."

"Okay."

"You'll be thirteen soon, right?"

"Yeah, I will- in September."

"Well, good- listen, I wanted to talk to you about a possible
babysitting job."

Really? Whew!

"Wow. You mean, for Sam."

"Yeah, yeah- my husband just gave me the news that he's got
reservations to a very nice restaurant, and if it's okay with your
parents, we'd like to pay you to come take care of Sam and the house
while we have our dinner, and possibly spend the night at a hotel."

"That sounds great," Riley fought to keep from sounding too
enthusiastic. "But I'll have to ask my mom real quick. Hold on."

She called out to her mom, who had moved to the couch and was watching
a reality program with her dad.

"Hmm?" she answered, turning and leaning on the back of the couch.

"Do you think it's alright if I babysit for the Maxwells?"

"When, honey?"

"Tomorrow night."

"Um, that sounds great, Riley." she pushed herself up and squeezed Mr.
Granger's hand before she strolled over to her daughter at the phone.

"My mom says it's all right if I do that."

"You might have to spend the night, and you may need to cook something
too- you know, some macaroni or something."

"I can do that." she held the phone away for a moment. "I may have to
stay there the night."

"Alright. We'll be right here if you need any help- I was top
babysitter in my day, you know." she chuckled.

"Okay, Mrs. Maxwell. So, are we set up?"

"I guess we are. My husband and I will pay you part at the beginning
and the rest when we get back in the morning. Listen, I understand
this is probably a little bit hard for you, since you and Sam have
never really talked."

"Not at all, Mrs. Maxwell. Trust me."

"Good, then. You need to be here at... six o'clock tomorrow night.

"'Kay. Thanks a lot."

"You're welcome, Riley. Bye, then."

"Bye." Riley hit the end call button and put the phone back on the
hook.

Mrs. Granger was smiling as she leaned against the wall post, and Mr.
Granger did likewise from his position on the couch.

"Sounds like you've got your first job."

"Yeah."

"That's wonderful, baby. I'm so happy for you. Listen, if you need
anything while you're babysitting, I can help you out. Like I said, I
used to be quite the sitter when I was your age."

"Thanks, Mom."

"Why don't you come sit with me and your father? Deal or No Deal is
on."

"Sure." and she followed her into the living room, and when she had
seated herself on the family's firm leather couch, her father spoke
up.

"Riley, this might be a chance for you to get to know that Maxwell
boy. Your ages aren't terribly far apart. I was talking to his father
the other day, and he thinks Sam could use a friend who lived close
by. All his school buddies aren't within walking distance of their
house."

Riley thought for a moment. Can't sound eager, she reminded herself.

"He's ten, dad."

"I know, but that shouldn't stop you from getting to know him."

"Alright... if you say so. He seemed pretty nice on the phone."

Lord. What lies.

"He probably is. Just give him a chance. Listen to him. That's all it
takes with most kids his age. They just like to be listened to."

Riley smiled when he turned back to the TV, marveling at the irony.
Her heart had calmed down a bit, but she still felt antsy with
anticipation. A whole night alone with him! My god, what luck she had.

*********

The next evening at six o'clock sharp, she was walking up the
Maxwell's pebbled front walk, a duffel bag of clothes and toiletries
in her hand. She wore dark jeans a colorful oriental silk blouse, and
wasn't wearing her glasses- instead, a pair of contacts.  She rang the
doorbell and waited, hearing a slight scuffling noise inside.

The door opened, and standing in front of her was a ten-year-old boy
with light brown hair, a little bit tousled, emerald green eyes, and a
grin on his face. He swallowed, his eyes sparkling, and then exhaled a
long and ragged breath. His cheeks were suddenly pink, as were his
ears.

"Hi, Riley." he looked around himself and then came forward and hugged
her. He sighed deeply as his head connected with her chest, and she
took a deep breath of the warm smell of his hair.

"I missed you." she whispered into his ear. He sighed again and then
pulled back to hold her at arms length as she closed the door behind
her. His hand came up and touched her face, never anything but gentle.

"Thank you... for coming, you know." his hand fell to his side. There
was sudden movement in the room and he quickly moved aside as Mrs.
Maxwell entered in a fabulous dress, her left arm connected with her
husband, who was wearing a stylishly prepared suit.

"Riley! Hello, dear. Thank you so much for coming."

"My pleasure."

Quite literally, in fact.

"Here's your initial payment." she handed Riley a folded bill,
"There's food on the kitchen counter- macaroni and cheese, like I
said. Sam's favorite."

"Mom."

"Oh, hush dear." she ruffled his hair, laughing, and he half made a
face.

"I'm glad you could do this, Riley. It really helps me out." Mr.
Granger smiled towards his wife.

"Anything at all, Mr. Maxwell."

"Of course- you know, having you here might open up more opportunities
in the future. But we should go."

They left through the garage, Sam's mom blowing her son a kiss just
before escorting her husband into the hallway. Once Riley was sure
she'd seen their tail lights leave the driveway, she turned to Sam. He
was most definitely flushed, but this time, it seemed to be from
something other than embarrassment.

"Come on." she took his hand and led him into the kitchen. On the
counter, a box of Kraft Mac and Cheese sat next to a drainer and a
stick of butter.

"I know how to cook that, you know." Sam said with forced annoyance.
Riley turned and grabbed his other hand, pulling him in towards her
and kissing him softly.

"Mmnh." he made a little noise and his tongue came forward to meet her
own. Her face felt hot, and suddenly she was aware of something poking
her thigh. She pulled away for a moment and saw that Sam was blushing
deeply. She glanced down and giggled at how his jeans stuck out.

"Uh... sorry." he shrugged, looking down too, but then both looked up
and locked eyes for a long moment. Riley could see the longing in him,
yearning for her.

"Not yet." she teased him, kissing him lightly again. He seemed to be
having difficulty breathing at an even rate, and she felt a little bit
of sweat on his palms.

"Soon?" he asked mischievously, pulling his head back slightly and
grinning.

"Soon." Riley danced away from his grasp, and he scampered up behind
her. She prepared the macaroni as hurriedly as she could, with his
help, and they played with each other the entire time. At one point,
he shot her with the sink's water hose and had to help her dry off
with paper towels. But when they were done, she had herself a decent
meal.

"Let's eat." she paused, holding her bowl in one hand. And they did-
like two wild savages. Riley could feel her heart rate increasing as
she ate, adrenaline shooting through her veins. Her hand trembled
slightly as it brought her fork to her mouth- and Sam looked like he
was somewhere else and his body was running on autopilot. Finally,
after what seemed like much too long, she finished and dropped her
utensil with a clatter in her empty bowl. Several seconds later, he
did the same.

There was a long moment in which he absentmindedly admired the
tablecloth, and then his eyes drifted upwards to meet her own. He
breathed out heavily, like he'd just lifted something extremely heavy
and then immediately set it back down. He blushed again and squirmed a
little in his chair, and she stood, pushing her own seat away. She
walked around and took his hand, pulling him up and kissing him, fast
and hard.

Sam looked startled, his eyes wide. Then he shook his head and sighed,
staring into hers. She motioned him forward and he followed her,
holding her hand, up the stairs in the foyer and into a plush-carpeted
hallway. They stumbled into his bedroom and she turned out the light
and shut the door behind. For a second, they stared at each other
across the darkness. Outside, night had already fallen.

"It's... kind of cold in here." Sam shifted his weight from one foot
to the other.

"Yeah, it is. But we can warm it up." Riley pulled him in to her chest
and held him there for a moment, her hands at his waist. Then, slowly,
she brought her palm to rest on his groin. There was a long pause
where they both stood stock-still, their noses inches from one another
and their breath intermingling. In one quick, deft movement, she
unzipped his jeans and pulled back his underwear. In the gray light
from the window, she gripped his hairless, stiff erection in her hand.
It was so perfectly shaped, and she knew its four inch length was on
the high end for his age.

"Oh." Sam gasped, stunned, and she touched her lips lightly to his,
briefly. When she released her hands from his sides, he backed up and
pushed the covers aside as he sat down, hastily removing his other
clothing while he did. After a few moments, he had climbed under the
blankets, and his wide eyes watched her as she undressed with total
rapture.

She stood over him for a count, and he relaxed against the pillow
behind him, the sheets pushed upwards toward the middle of his body.
She could hear his breath, soft, but with a quality to it like he was
nearly holding it in. He made a little make noise of awe when she slid
in beside him and felt his warm skin against her own, and his hands
felt moist against her arms. She reached forward and squeezed his
erection, stroking it towards her in rapid motions.

"Mmnhhm." Sam grunted and his back arched, his face suddenly contorted
as a brief shiver of pleasure washed over him. It passed and a soft,
low sigh escaped his lips. Riley took his right hand from his shoulder
and guided it to her clit, still masturbating him.

"Just rub there. That's what makes me feel good."

"O..." he swallowed. "Okay."

Riley brought herself around, spreading her legs across him, her eyes
never leaving his. She could feel her pussy squish against his smooth
stomach as she eased downwards. For a moment, they looked into one
another's faces. Her hands were on his chest, and his thumbs were on
her clit. He looked like he might cry for sheer happiness. In one
movement, she lifted herself up and came down on top of his penis.

She felt it kick as it slid in, filling the emptiness within. Sam drew
a quick, sharp breath through his teeth, and Riley heard herself moan
softly. She rose and fell on him, going faster until she hit the
perfect rhythm. Her thighs made a slapping noise against his, and his
hips began to involuntarily buck upwards. Her face tilted upwards as
the first attacks of pleasure began.

Sam's thumbs furiously rubbed at her clit, and his tongue poked out of
the corner of his mouth. His face contorted, tightening as pleasure
built.

"Ohhh." involuntarily escaped his lips as he briefly increased the
frequency of his hip motions as another wave hit him. He was panting,
now, and she put her hand over his as he rubbed at the top of her
pussy. She moaned again, this time louder, and went down with more
force. Her breasts bounced up and down, hitting her chest with a thud
each time.

"Oh, God, Sam- ohhh, God." each and every breath increased the ecstasy
by exponential amounts, his erection bouncing against the walls of her
vagina. It was incredible. Sam's expression was one of pure
exultation, his eyes closed and his breath through his teeth.

They fucked for a full minute, her moans getting louder as the
feelings within her built to unbearably intense levels. Sam's face
shifted constantly as cycles of good feelings struck him at every
second. He was pounding upwards into her, his breathing completely
ragged and rapid.

"Ahhmmmhh- Riley," he whispered, a sheen of sweat on his forehead,
"Oh, that feels so good."

"Sam," Riley breathed as she felt a rising torrent within her, "I
think... aaaahh! Oh, God, I'm going to cum- I'm going to cum, Sam! Oh,
shit, oh shit, ohhhhh!"

Her climax struck with relentless, brutal force, and her entire body
went completely rigid, her muscles trembling and shaking, small moans
coming from her mouth as each spasm hit. Her pussy spasmed around Sam
as he bucked his hips. His hands tightened on her sides, and as she
began to stop cumming, she saw his face clench.

"Riley, I'm gonna have a... I'm gonna have an or... orgasm." he
managed to moan just before his back arched and he stiffened beneath
her. Inside her pussy, she felt his erection grow just the slightest
bit, then freeze for several seconds. "Oh, oh ohhhhhhhh!" he shouted
as the feelings overwhelmed him.

Sam bucked backwards and forwards five more times in a spastic way,
and she felt his penis kick and jump inside of her as he came with
powerful force. For what might have been six seconds, he dug his
fingers into her sides and released a long, ragged breath. Then, as
quickly as his climax had hit, it subsided, and he collapsed backwards
against the bed, sighing deeply between exhausted pants.

Riley pulled herself slowly off him, and he twitched as the head
popped out. She fell against the mattress and snuggled up to his warm
side, resting her sweaty head on his chest. Her hand found his and
both relaxed against the pillow top, Sam still with his eyes closed.
After they had regained their breath and she felt his heart slow down
to a normal speed, she pulled herself upwards so her head rested next
to his.

He opened his eyes and stared upwards with a contented smile.

"Wow." he breathed.

"Did you like that?" she whispered the question into his ear.

"Mm-hmm. Oh, yeah." the smell of his hair drifted over to her, a warm
and oily aroma mixed with the slight tinge of his sweat. She pushed
her nose forward to smell it better. It felt nice, thick and soft. She
took a deep breath this time, filling her lungs with it. Mmmm! Before
she realized she was doing it, she was holding his head and drinking
it in. His face was against her chest, and he squirmed for a moment
underneath, making a muffled, confused noise against her.

Finally he was able to push himself up on his elbows and break free of
her grasp to look her in her eyes, his face very near to hers. He gave
her a look like she had suddenly gone mad. She just giggled and ran
her hand through the hair. He shook his head slightly.

"Riley, what are you doing?" he said the words gently, but his voice
had concern in it.

"Oh, Sam. I just... I just love being with you. I can't get enough of
you."

He smiled, shyly. "Really?" he whispered.

"Yes. Oh, God, yes."

"I love you too, Riley." and he gave her a long, warm hug. She hugged
him back, and after a few seconds he loosened and rolled to the side.
Riley flipped so they could face each other sideways. She kissed him
softly, and stroked his chin.

"You're so handsome."

"I'm not the one- it's you who's so damn gorgeous."

She giggled at the word. "Oh, you too."

But then he looked uncertain for a moment, averting his eyes.

"But I'm not- I'm not like them."

"What do you mean?" Riley frowned.

"I'm not... older. You know- I'm just a kid."

"That's not true."

"Well, I am!" he looked very sad.

Riley sighed. "Okay, so what if you are?" she ran her hand over his
cheek.

"Well, they have muscles, and they're tall, and they have... hair. And
I can't be as good as them, so why-"

She put her finger to his lips, and he quieted.

"Sam, listen. Those older boys, they..." she lowered her voice and
added sarcasm. "They're so big, so strong, so God damn amazing, that
they think they're better than everyone else."

Sam nodded slowly, and she continued. "They don't know what's good for
them, but they're so arrogant, they think they do. But you, Sam-
you're something else. You are without a doubt the nicest boy I've
ever met."

Sam blushed and looked away for a moment. "I... I am?" he breathed,
awed.

"No contest. No one else even comes close. You're sincere, you're
genuine, you're real- and that's all I ever wanted from anyone. And I
love you- I love your smile, and your laugh, and your eyes." She
traced a finger around his belly button. "I love every part of you."

"But," he looked up at her, questioning. "I'm not as..." and he
pointed downwards under the blankets, towards the darkness which hid
his crotch. "You know- big. I know that much."

"Sam, it doesn't  matter to me at all.  And you're ten- that's fine
with me, and for your age, you have a very nice cock."

He grinned up at her, and she put her hand on his cheek again.

"Thanks. Thanks a whole lot." he kissed her softly.

When she pulled away after about ten seconds, Riley thought of
something.

"But you know, I don't really know all that much about your life
outside of here."

"You mean school and stuff?"

"Yeah- you're going to be in fifth next year, right?"

And so they talked, for almost an hour. Sam was surprised to hear
about all the things that went on in the seventh grade, and a little
scared, too, because the next year, he'd have to go to middle school.
They talked about his friends, her friends, about favorite TV shows
and colors and foods, and all sorts of things that she would never
discuss with anyone else. They even talked about Riley's promise never
to love another person.

After a long time, she started to hear him yawn in between sentences,
and his voice got sleepier and sleepier.

"So I was... playing tetherball and... Will walked up." he yawned
deeply.

"And what happened?" she whispered. "Sam?"

She got no response. His head was against her shoulder, and he
snuggled closer to her side, but she could hear that his breathing had
become deep and even. Slowly, his head warmed, too, until it was
almost hot.

"Good night, Sam." and she kissed the top of his head, pulling him in
a little to her. His limp penis hung against her thigh, and his breath
warmed her neck. She didn't remember falling asleep.

*****

When she woke, it was still dark. A digital clock she hadn't noticed
before flashed 2:35 in light blue letters from the wall. Sam was still
against her, but on his back next to her now, breathing softly. She
paused. There was something... missing. She thought a moment. When she
was very little and she would get scared, she would go to her parent's
room and get into bed with her mother and father. But her father
snored like a hog. At first, it drove her crazy, but slowly, over the
course of many midnight visits, she learned to be comfortable with it.

Her father's snores were such an early childhood memory that they had
become ingrained in her subconscious. So, it seemed strange that here
she was, in bed with someone else, and there was no snoring. In fact,
as she listened, it didn't seem as though Sam did anything but just
breathe. No strange noises, no snorts, no nothing. Just soothing,
quiet, deep breathing. It was nice, in fact- really pleasant.

But Riley had a sudden realization. If Sam's mom and dad came home in
the morning and found her naked with their son- that wouldn't be good.
She usually woke up pretty early, but there was no use taking that
kind of chance. So she crawled out of bed, savoring Sam's warmth and
lingering scent for a moment before she did, and hunted around for
clothes. She found some fresh underclothes in his drawers, along with
a clean t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants, different from the ones
he'd been wearing when they'd first met.

She grabbed her own clothes from the floor and slipped them on, making
a quick trip downstairs to fetch the cotton pants she had brought in
her bag. In the kitchen, she put their bowls from dinner under the
water to soak and cleaned up her mess from cooking. When she had
gotten fully dressed in her shirt, bra, panties, and the pants, she
headed back upstairs.
When she entered the room, she realized it was raining. That would
make a good reason for why they were in the same bed- Sam had gotten
scared in the night from the rain and asked her to come be with him.

Riley peeled the sheets back and pulled Sam's underwear over his legs.
She stopped for a moment to admire his hairless cock, which was stiff
from sleep, before bringing the cotton all the way up. Next, she
lifted him up and put a shirt over his head. He groaned a little and
mumbled something, but didn't wake fully. But, while she was trying to
fit the pajama pants over his feet, a rumble of thunder shook the
windows, and rain suddenly poured against the panes.

Sam's eyes opened wide and he started when he saw her. He felt his
chest and readjusted himself.

"What are you doin?" he muttered, dazed.

"I figured it wasn't a good idea for us to be in the same bed nude
when your mom got home."

"Oh! Yeah, good idea. Here, I'll do it." and he pulled the pants on
all the way, tying the drawstring.

Riley settled in next to him and covered them once more. Sam looked
worried, lying on his back. After a moment, she nudged him.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing, it's just..."

"Just what?"

"I had a dream."

"A bad one?"

"I don't know- sort of, but..." he blushed.

"What was it?"

"Oh, I... I dreamed you got pregnant. From me."

Riley laughed out loud, and Sam turned red.

"What? What's so funny?" he sounded like he was trying to hide being
hurt.

"Sam- oh, I didn't mean anything by it." she reached out to him, but
he pulled away.

"You think it's funny."

"No, I don't- look, it's just that..." she sighed and turned his face
towards hers with her hand. He didn't resist. "You can't get me
pregnant."

Sam looked shocked, and he sounded afraid. "I... I can't? Ever?"

"No- you're just too young now."

"Oh. When will I be able to?"

"As soon as you start making sperm."

"I've heard of that before."

"Do you know what it is?"

"Kind of... its some thing the guy makes, right?"

"Yeah."

"But... how does it get out?"

"You already know."

"I do?"

Riley reached down into his pants and gripped his penis in her hand.
She felt it throb once. Sam's mouth dropped a little, but then he
smiled and blushed, relaxing against his pillow. Riley pushed his
pants and underwear away and held it more firmly. She began to jack it
up and down, and Sam sighed.

"Do you know what I mean?"

"Yeah. It's that good feeling, right?"

"Right. That really good feeling is what would push the sperm- encased
with other stuff in a white fluid, called semen, out of your penis.

"How much of..." he paused and made a little noise of pleasure, "it
comes out?"

"Depends. On how old you are, on your luck, on how aroused you were at
the time, or how long it's been since you've done it."

"So that's what orgasm... oh!... um, does?" he swallowed and closed
his eyes as she picked up the pace.

"Yep. Except when there's semen involved, it's called ejaculation."

"Oh. Ohhh." he moaned quietly.

"You like that?"

"Yes." he breathed.

Riley went faster, her hand now flying up and down on him. He was
breathing heavily, a pleasured smile on his face and his eyes still
closed.

"But that sounds... messy."

"It is. That's why they have condoms."

"Rubber... oh God... things, um, right?"

"Yep. And birth control pills. But usually you don't start making
sperm until you're eleven, at least. Sometimes later, depending on a
lot of stuff."

"You're really... unhhh... oh, that's so good... smart about this...
stuff." he was nearly panting now, and his expression told her he was
in heaven.

"Word gets around."

"Wow. Wowww. Ohhhh, man."

"You look like you're having fun." Riley chuckled.

"Uh-huh- Riley, you're going to... you're going to make me have an
orgasm soon." he was squirming backwards, against the bed.

She went even faster.

"Oh, Riley- ohhh, shit. Don't stop. Don't... stop." his hips humped
upwards. "I... ohhh, ohhhhhh! It's happening, it's happening, it's
happen-" he went rigid. He arched his back again. His erection jumped
violently in time with his thrusts and gasps. His face was the picture
of pure relief, and he breathed out a long, shuddering breath.
Suddenly as always, it ended.

"Mmmm." Sam licked his lips and ran his tongue over the inside of his
teeth as Riley put his clothes back in place. He snuggled up against
her once more, and she laid her head on top of his hair.

"G'night, Riley."

"Good night, Sam."

The only sound as she slipped into deep sleep was the boom of thunder
and the pitter-patter of rain on the Maxwell family's roof.

**********************

"How's that?" Riley asked Sam.

"Great! How do you do that?" he munched on it, savoring the flavor.

"Like everything else, it's my mom's recipe."

"Your mom is a French toast expert."

"She's a cooking expert. No, cross that out- fanatic. Zealot.
Inductee. She's crazy about-"

There was a sudden honk from the driveway, and Riley heard the garage
door open.

"Come here, quick." she motioned Sam over.

"Wha-"

Riley kissed him, deeply, until they heard the door to the garage
hallway open. She pulled away from his embrace.

"Remember. Trash." he whispered.

"Yeah."

They had talked about ways to keep contact during weekdays, especially
when they started school in a few weeks- and discovered that they
could take their trash to the cans in front each day at the same time-
6:00.

"Okay." Sam pulled away from her and casually leaned against the wall.
Riley picked up her overnight duffel as Mr. and Mrs. Maxwell entered
the living room.

"Sam!" Jennifer cried, her arms open.

"Mom! Dad!"Her son ran around to meet her, and she pressed him to her
chest.

"Riley." Mr. Maxwell shook her hand and gave her another folded bill,
this time twice what he had given her before. "One third up front, two
thirds on the back end." he smiled.

"Listen, dear- you've been a tremendous help." Mrs. Maxwell said with
Sam clinging to her side. He winked at her when she met his eyes, and
she nodded back.

"We had a great time. The restaurant was exactly what we expected, and
the hotel- phenomenal." Sam's mom continued. She held her husband's
arm. "Do you think you'd be available more than just this once?"

"Oh, sure."

"Well, great. I'll talk to your mother about it."

"Sure. I should probably be getting back."

"Alright, dear. I hope to see you again."

"Likewise, Mrs. Maxwell." they shook hands.

Riley waved at them as she walked out into the ionized post-
thunderstorm air. At the hedgerow, she turned for one last look back,
and saw Sam standing in the doorway. They waved goodbye before he shut
the door. She turned the corner and strolled down the street towards
her house. She whistled a tune as she turned into her own driveway.

But standing there wasn't her mother, or her father. Propped up
against the brick retaining wall was a boy in the latest Abercrombie
winter fashions. He was dashing, with a football player's body and a
face that drew girls to him like moths to the flame.

"Hello, Riley Granger. Long time, no speak."

Riley stood completely still, processing what she saw.

Before her was Jack Frederick Harlison, Captain of the Stacy Stallions
seventh grade football team, the most popular student at school, and
her one, and only, ex-boyfriend.
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