Chapter 20: Kitty Arceneaux, 33, hostess...

Jared rushed in, flushed with excitement, “Is it okay, Mama, really okay?”

“Whoa, slow down, cowboy. Yeah, I called Rémy — it’s not a problem so long as she came here on her own. But don’t go meeting her at school. Or anyplace else.”

“I won’t. I promise. I love you, Mama!”

“Go. Enjoy.”

Kitty ran yet another load of laundry, tossing Mimi’s tee in as well. About ten minutes later, Mimi wandered back into the kitchen, “Jared wants a glass of milk.”

“Did he...?”

“Acourse. They cum fast the first time.”

Kitty looked her up and down, and thought, “I wouldn’t mind a taste of this little crumpet myself. Maybe after all this police stuff had blown over.”

Mimi was quite aware of the appreciative scrutiny and leaned back against the kitchen counter with a little smile on her face.

Kitty teased her, “Did you swallow?”

Mimi snorted.

“Well, tell Mr. Jared Horatio Arceneaux that if he wants a glass of milk, he can come in and get it himself.”

Mimi studied the woman for a few moments, then her face beamed with amusement, “You got it, Mrs. A.” She butt-twitched her way out of the kitchen, putting a little something extra into it.

Just to be safe, Kitty called the little girl’s mother, “June — Mimi showed up here, looking for Jared.”

There was a pause, “Well, I can’t tie her down — much as she needs it some of the time.”

“So, you’re cool?”

“Yeah, I guess. I hope this is just a phase she’s going through.”

“Maybe.”

“Probably not, though.”

“Probably not.” Kitty paused, then, “Look, for what it’s worth I went through almost the exact same thing when I was her age.”

June showed some interest, “Sucking cock?”

“Bingo.” She didn’t feel the need to mention that both of her brothers took turns holding her down until she grew to like it.

“Well, you seemed to turn out okay.”

“Look, June, probably some boy talked her into it — that’s usually the way it goes. But she obviously enjoys it now.”

“You’re saying no harm, no foul?”

“I’m not sure what I’m saying. Just that she rode here on her bike, on her own, just to see Jared.”

“And suck his cock.”

“Acourse. June, that’s what we’re talking about. She didn’t come here to bake cookies.”

“Look, jess tell Jared not to fuck her, that’s all I ask.”

“Already did. And he’ll keep that promise, I kin assure you.”

“Well, that’s something. Thank you.”

“You’re the one I should be thanking — on behalf of Jared. He’s a lucky boy.”

“Him and about five others. Oh well, it is what it is.”

“I’ll give her a ride home when ... when she’s ready.”

“Thank you.” Pause, “At least she can’t get pregnant.”

“Nope, and I’m living testimony to that — as many loads as I swallowed.”

There was a throaty giggle in June’s voice, “Come in for a cuppa when you bring her home.”

“It’s a date.”

Just then, Mimi, tugging Jared’s index finger, led the blushing boy into the kitchen. She said, “Mr. Milkman.”