I saw it happen while I waited for the bus Wednesday morning. I’d just said good-bye to my mom and was watching her walk over to the hospital when I noticed the tow truck. A yellow light flashed on its roof and I recognized the guy driving, but I couldn’t remember his name. He graduated at the end of my freshman year and went to work for his dad. A horn beeped again and again as he backed the truck up behind Logan’s car and made the ramp slide down. It didn’t even occur to me at first what the guy was doing. By the time I finally did realize, I was like, Oh, now I won’t have to lie anymore.
I thought of telling Logan right then, but I would of missed the bus.
And Logan wasn’t going anywhere anyway without his clothes.
After school, when I came back and told him, he just closed his eyes. That’s it. I tried to talk to him, but he wouldn’t even make a sound, so I touched his penis with my hand until it got hard, rubbing the underside of the tip with my thumb like he’d shown me. “That there is the sweet spot” was the way he put it. Logan didn’t look at me or say a word while I did all this, but he didn’t stop me either. After a minute or so, he grabbed me by the shoulders and rolled me on my back. Then we had sex using one of Dani’s condoms.
“Just one more thing,” he said after he finished, just as calm as you please. “One more Goddamned thing.”