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I thank my coworkers and head back to my desk, finally ready to get some work done. This day turned out to be incredible, and I have Tanner, Trace, and Tag to thank for that.

17

Kendall

My body is still sore from yesterday. Who would have thought that it would take a while to recover from anal sex with three hung men?

I blush just thinking about it. What would have happened if someone walked in on us? I would’ve been mortified.

I’m glad no one did. Partly because I don’t think I could ever show my face in town again, but mostly because it meant we got to finish. I got to finish a few times.

“Are you okay, Kendall?” Auburn asks. “You look flushed. You’re not coming down with something, are you?”

She stays a couple feet away, probably so she doesn’t catch my illness if I’m sick. I imagine being pregnant makes you extra worried about those kinds of things.

My stomach churns. I’m not on birth control, and I’ve had unprotected sex with not one, but three men simultaneously. What if I’m pregnant? Oh my gosh, who would even be the father? The taboo aspect makes me feel dizzy.

I shake off the thoughts. The chances of me being pregnant are pretty slim, I think. It’s pointless to freak out over something that probably isn’t going to happen.

“I’m fine,” I assure Auburn. “My mind was just wandering.”

Auburn smirks.

“I know that look. You got lucky last night.”

My eyes widen.

“How did you—”

“Don’t worry, Kendall, your secret is safe with me.” She winks and saunters off, swinging her hips as she goes.

I will my cheeks to return to their natural pale color. If sweet, innocent Auburn could tell I was thinking about sex, will the kids notice? I can’t have that happen.

Auburn isn’t that sweet and innocent, I remind myself.She is pregnant, after all.

My heart rate settles. No one else is going to notice my afterglow from being with Tag, Tanner and Trace. I’ll make sure of that.

I don’t have to work atSmexytoday, so I’m at Sunshine for the afternoon shift. Since I worked late hours last night to make our deadline, I got the day off. That’s the best part about deadline: after all the stress, I get a day to unwind. Of course, I always spend that day off volunteering at the Sunshine Program, but I don’t consider this work. It’s way more fun than my day job.

From my post near the entrance to the school, I can see pretty much all of the outdoor activities. Behind me, laughter spills out from the art and music rooms. The kids are having a great time.

One of my favorite parts of this program is watching the kids make friends. A lot of them struggle in school. They’re under a lot of stress, way more than young kids should be under, so they tend to spend their lunches and recesses alone worrying when they’re at regular school.

Here, they can finally let themselves be kids. School could be costing money, from field trips to lunches to supplies. This program is completely free, and it’s a relief to their parents.

Here, they find their groups. Everyone has at least one person they’re connected with. The teens have their cliques, but no one is mean to anyone else. The younger kids play kickball together. Even the kids that are picked last are just as important as the kids picked first. It’s an incredible atmosphere, and I’m so glad to be a part of it.

“You seem introspective,” a voice says from behind me. One of our new volunteers, Greg, exits the school building and walks over. “What are you thinking about?”

At least he didn’t catch me thinking about sex, I think, stifling a laugh. Out loud, I say, “I’m admiring how all the kids get along.”

Greg scoffs. “They don’t all get along. We have to stop a screaming match every day.”

I shrug. “I know, but compared to school?”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. We have our share of bullies, but I think it helps that everyone here is in the same situation financially. They’re all starting on the same level, so it doesn’t create the same power dynamic that they have in schools. There really aren’t any rich kids to pick on the poor kids here.”

It breaks my heart, but Greg is exactly right. It’s hard to make fun of kids for being poor when you’re poor yourself.