The girls in class always bragged about who was the most sexually mature. In 6th grade it was who had their period and who stuffed their bra. In seventh grade it was who'd played spin the bottle and truth or dare. In high school, it was who had a boyfriend, and how far would they let him go. Ashley didn't have a boyfriend. She didn't play truth or dare or spin the bottle. But she had a secret the other girls didn't. She had found her older sister's vibrator. When no one was home, she'd sneak it from its hiding place. Downstairs, in the basement, was the TV. She could turn it on to hide the noise of the buzzing. She'd sit on her bean-bag chair.
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