“Take a seat, sweetie,” Mr. Rakehell said as he patted the blue bed cover.

Jennifer turned around, sat down, and looked up at him with sweet, shy eyes. He bent down, grabbed her legs from beneath her knees, pulled them up onto the bed, and then tugged her toward him so she was lying on her back. She opened them wide, began to untie the string on her soccer shorts, and in a low, shameful voice, said slowly, “You can’t tell Billy about this.”

“Nobody is ever going to find out, baby,” Mr. Rakehell said, eager to see what was underneath.

She grabbed the waistband of h... Show more