Delphine always wanted to pilot her father’s plane and when he forgot his keys on her tenth birthday, she knew that taking off would be easy.
Brock leaned against the doors of the barn housing the small single-engine aircraft, his plaid shirt half-tucked inside his jeans. He crossed one boot over the other, twisted his tongue around a toothpick. Delphine’s pulse raced as she imaged his tongue meeting hers, dancing together inside her mouth as they flew over the flat plains of Kansas, away from her daddy’s farm.
“You can’t come with me.” He pushed her back. His hand on her chest caused her heart to flutter.
“I can fly it!”
“Look, Del, maybe when you turn 16, things’ll be different, but right now, you’re just a kid.”
“Do little kids wear bras?” She lifted her shirt, exposing thin, half-moon cloths covering her flat chest.
“Geez, are you trying to get me a rape charge!” Grimaced, he yanked the hem of her shirt down to her hips. “Look out for your Pop, will ya?”
word count: 148
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