She wants to know his secret, but he hasn’t decided what it is yet. “Come on,” she said, staring at him, “everyone has a secret!”

“Maybe you should go first,” he stuttered, “you know, so I can think on it longer.”

“Fine, you goody two-shoes. When we were young, like real young, my sister and I would practice kissing on each other.” She recoiled back. “Oh god, is that bad?”

“I think that’s normal.”

“Okay, good!” She welped and hugged him. “Okay, go!”

“Um.” How was he supposed to handle this? He had a lot to choose from but, too weird and she would leave him, too little and she would know he was withholding. If he said THE secret, the cops would be at his door within the next twenty minutes.

“What? Too many to choose from, you naughty boy?” She asked with a smirk.

“Something like that.” He said. “How about this”, he took a deep breath, “when I was young, like real young, I also practiced kissing.”

“With who?” She asked.

“Your sister.”

She punched his arm and they laughed. She changed the subject, and the bodies stayed listening to their giggles from the basement.