Two weeks later he made me do it outside. My mother had gone out to water the beds at the front of the house — a whole ten minutes of her facing away from the driveway — and Riggs took my wrist and walked me out the side door and around to the truck.
"Riggs, she's right there—"
"Bend over.”
The tailgate. He flipped it down and bent me over it and got my shorts and underwear off both ankles this time, all the way off, and put them in his back pocket.
"Give them back—"
"Later."
And then he knelt down behind me and put his mouth on me. God. The difference. Indoors he never had time for it.
Outdoors in the dark, bent over the tailgate of a pickup with my mother ten yards away pulling weeds, he took his time eating me like he was starving, both hands pulling my ass open, tongue flat and
