By Terresa Haskew At just thirteen, Tommy Lett, in his pegged-leg jeans, called her beautiful, pulled her behind the kitchen door, face so close his freckles blurred. Breath nearly left when she smelled him, unfamilial and urgent, her heart flooding with blood – a diastolic drowning – as his tongue went into her mouth. Something fancy fluttered alive in the bottom of her belly and she wondered wildly if a kiss like this could make a baby. Though... Read More