Chapter 2

Jared looked out the window, overlooking the flowerbeds at the base of the trailer.

Juliana was digging in the dirt, flats of yellow marigolds and purple and white petunias spread out around her. She wore shorts and a bathing suit top, her freckled skin creamy in the sun’s warm light. The bathing suit top was old, a faded floral print, enough to cover a woman C-cup sized, but it was silly-looking on busty Juliana. Her breasts moved as she troweled the rich dirt. The skimpy fabric revealed too much, her aureoles barely covered when she twisted to the side to get another plant.

Three interns hovered around her, two of them—Randy and Ken—standing outside of the flower bed. Miguel was right down there with her, helpfully digging holes, talking and laughing with her, and looking at her, always looking sideways. Something in Jared clamped down. He felt Juliana knew it too, realized how every stretch and bend was affecting these college kids—these boys—and she liked it.