art by Ron Sanders
by Ronald D Ferguson
"I told the boy's parents there was no hope, but so long as he has brain activity they won't give up. Poor kid. He's only fourteen."
"Doesn't matter. His body is shutting down. Kidneys are already gone. We can prolong it for a few days, but we can't repair so much trauma. Still maybe there's something...."
Karl's jaw hurts from trying to cram his tongue into Linda's mouth. Slobber drips down his chin--he doesn't know whose-- and that distracts him. Is he doing this right? Todd told him to cop a feel if she lets him stick his tongue in her mouth, but Linda wears braces and Karl's tongue is getting sore--
Karl slides his hand from Linda's shoulder towards her breast.
"No." She pushes his hand away. "That's twice. Don't try again."
Karl touches Linda's breast. She smiles and runs her hand across his thigh. He can't undo her blouse. Are the buttons backwards? He squeezes his hand into the gap between the buttons. One pops off.
"Karl! You tore my blouse. My father's going to kill you."
"I don't like any of those. Can we edit or combine? He deserves something better."
"I can try, but this is all experimental. What do you have in mind?"