I knew it was a mistake to take Keith home, but he kept pestering, and finally I said, okay, but we can’t fool around because I share the place with my sister, or actually she lets me live there, so be good, please.

Keith promised to be good.

“So you share a bedroom with your sister?” Keith asked almost as soon as we were in the door.

“No, I’ve got my own bedroom,” I said.

“Then I don’t see why... ?”

“Because it would make me feel uncomfortable.”

“So she’s sort of like your mother or something?”

“Or something,” I said. “Would you like something to drink? Coke or tea?”

“Tea would be good. Do you have any green tea?”

I went into the kitchen to fix the tea, and when I came back Keith was in my bedroom reading my diary.

“Who said you could read that?” I demanded.

“Sorry,” he said, “but I couldn’t resist knowing all your secrets. I didn’t know you liked me sucking your toes so much. And your walls are bare. Your sister have something against pictures?”

I set the tea on the dresser. “Put it down, right now,” I said.

“Okay, okay,” he said, “but did you really masturbate yourself with a banana?”

I picked up the teacup. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to throw this at you.”

Keith laughed. “What, and make a mess of your sister’s apartment? You wouldn’t happen to have any bananas handy?”

“You’re so mean!” I set the teacup down again. I realized if he read the next page he’d read about me and Nicole. “Want to fuck?” I said, pulling my top down, exposing my breasts.