It’s in his eyes.

Brock looks at me with hunger. And I like it. We’ve been home alone a lot lately, and I’ve been taking every opportunity to tease him. With each passing day, my teasing becomes more daring, and the thrill of it all is just so much fun.

He resists, of course. Tells me to stop. But his eyes betray him. I can see the hunger in them, the desire that he’s trying so hard to hide. It’s plain as day that he’s a dirty dog.

Today’s my eighteenth birthday, and I know exactly what I want. It’s time to lose the V-card that’s been hanging around my neck for far too long, and Brock is the one I want to take it.

He may try to resist, but I know that he’s a dirty-minded dog. And now I have the upper hand.