"You want the party line or the real answer?" "You know what I want." His eyes shine as he shakes his head. "Penn, these girls...they're not the girls we went to school with, okay? There's a group of girls here who have a club called the Bald Eagles. Know why?" "Do I want to know?" "They all shave their pussies." "Is that a big deal?" Wade raises his eyebrows. "They're in the eighth grade." "Jesus." Even in our frankest discussions, Mia and I have not gotten to this level of detail. "And the juniors and seniors? Man, they put it right in your face. Day in and day out. Sex is no big deal to them. I'll be honest with you, Penn, the hardest thing I've ever done is said no to the girls who've come on to me in this office. I've had 'em start changing clothes right in front of me, like they forgot I was here, then ask if I want to see more." Wade's honesty surprises me. But is he playing me as well? "Do you always say no, Wade?" His jaw tightens. "Yessir, I do. Know why?" "Why?" "My mama taught me one lesson. Don't shit where you eat." He glances at the door again. "I need this job, Penn. And screwing a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old would eventually lose it for me. Because these girls can't handle what they're playing with. They have sex, but they don't understand what it really is,"