“Daddy says that an almost fourteen year old boy might want something more than an almost twelve year old girl might want to give.”
Now it’s Miss Helen’s turn to puzzle her face. “A thirteen year old boy tried to take advantage of you?”
“Take advantage?” I say.
“Sit down, child.”
I start thinking we’ll be late for school.
“Emma June,” she says. “Boys that age don’t always think above their neck.” She sees the look on my face and says, “Let me continue. They have this jelly that runs through their veins and makes them look at girls with lustful eyes. Pay attention now, you’re not leaving till I’ve had my say. Anyhow, I don’t know if they can help it or not, but a boy trying to grow into a man wants to touch every part of a girl trying to grow into a woman.” Miss Helen leans back to peek in her family room where Mr. Leonard is sitting. “Well, grown men are kinda the same.” She mumbles and turns back to me. “Now, as girls get older, they get their own kind of lustful jelly. But girls need to keep that jelly under control and wait until they’re married to mix their bodies with a man’s.” Her hands fidget with that ugly, flowery, ruffled apron around her waist. “Clear?”
About as clear as thick chocolate cake.
Excerpt from The Moonshine Thicket
Not such a Vivid response, is it?