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Naked Truth - Chapter VI

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Emma Heussaff

I check the clock.

It's almost noon.

I still have another hour before Scarlett is supposed to pick me up.

"How about if I take you to Scoops for a double dip. Then will you do it?"

She smiles patty-cake wide, like I just asked her to be my bestfriend or something.

I peel my wallet open. A buck. One friggin' dollar. That won't even buy us the sprinkles.

"Wait here." I tell her.

I peek in on Uncle Keith in the family room. The TV's on some science show -- the mating habits of the mosquito -- with crickets chirping in the background. Keith's asleep, his head lolling against the back cushion of the armchair. There's a blue Tupperware tumbler resting in his lap with a stalk of celery sticking out. Bloody Mary, no doubt.

I tiptoe across the rug toward him, doing my best to avoid stepping on the Tupperware orders my mother has scattered across the floor. He keeps his wallet in the front pocket of his pants.

I know it's there.

The brown wrinkly calf-leather edge is sticking out between his thumb and pointer. I'll have to move his hand to get at it.

Keith churns a bit in his sleep. I scooch down beside him, doing my best to clear away enough room on the floor and be quiet at the same time. His snoring has caused his shirt to draw up and expose about an inch and a half of hairy belly. The blub stares me in the face, as does one bright, cherry-red nipple peeping through a dryer-eaten hole.

I reach out for his wrist and he lets out a cartoon - like snore, flops his head to the other side. I have to bite the inside of my cheeck to keep from laughing.

I lift his wrist upward and hold it midair, use my other hand to reach into that pocket. And then he grabs me. Throws me across his lap and starts tickling me under the arms. And now it's me who's snorting, wriggling in his grip, trying my best not to piss myself.

"What do you want, huh? What do you want?" he says, jabbing at my sides, snapping my bra.

He's such a pig.

"Are you looking for some of this?" he pulls his shirt back down to cover the blub and takes out his wallet.

"Yeah, i want some of that."

"Well, you know, all you need to do is ask."

Keith stops and I concentrate hard on him, wait to hear what he wants. I watch the way his squinty blue eyes spy at me from behind a pair of tiny, gold-rimmed glasses, the way his lips spout like he's trying to think up what to say, and how his ears are as tiny as mine. I try to imagine what he looked like at my age, before his face got all saggy and wonder if he might have been kind of cute.

"What do you need money for?" he asks.

"It's no big deal, Keith. Me and Katie are just gonna buy ice cream." I curl my tongue so that the barbell pokes out of my mouth . I want to stretch the hole to a size eight or nine, big enough to squirt water through it, right at him.