Glass (Crank 2)

Brad, however, gives me his instant stamp

of approval. She sure is. Lucky you. Go on

upstairs. Ladies, you can watch TV, okay?

Devon gives a little Aw, but LaTreya, who’s

older, knows enough to take her into the other

room and turn on the oversize flat panel.

I trail Trey up the stairs to a studio over

the garage. Like the rest of the house, this

room is nicely kept, with a quilted bed beneath

the window and a fluffy futon against the opposite

wall. Apparently, this is the party room. A faint

scent of crystal lingers above vanilla air freshener.

We settle onto the futon and Trey puts

his arm around my shoulders, pulls me close.

Brad looked like he wanted to eat you.

I do too. And I’ve got first dibs. Don’t

worry. I promise it won’t hurt, unless you

want it to. He nibbles my neck for effect.

Thankfully Brad’s footsteps interrupt,

or I might have let Bree throw Trey

on the bed right then and there.

Brad can’t help but notice the way

I’m blushing. Wow, cuz. What did you

do to the girl, in only three minutes?

Trey answers with a laugh. Three

minutes is a long time to wait.

We were getting bored.

I can fix that, says Brad. I’ve got

just the thing right here. He goes

into the bathroom, digs in a cabinet,