Val’s foster house on South Dakota Avenue. We was in the same sixth-grade class at school, too. Nausy was real nice to me from the start, and she bullied Taysia until she moved her seat, just so I could sit at the long rectangle table with her in the back of the classroom. Our teacher didn’t care as long as we ain’t talk. One day I noticed Nausynika rubbing her eraser back and forth in between her legs. She moaned softly for a few minutes before she stopped, looking both tired and sleepy. I thought it was weird, but I ain’t say nothing. When Nausynika did it the next day, I wrote her a note asking her what she was doing. She didn’t write back. She just smiled. Then she put her hand in between my legs underneath my skirt. She used her fat fingers to rub circles on my coochie. My eyes grew big and slowly rolled to the ceiling. It felt soooo good, like a tickle, but warm and smushy and so much better. I ain’t want that feeling to stop. Then Nausynika slipped her finger inside my panties and pushed it in and out.
