Even though I knew Richie was there, I was still startled, dropping my spoon in my rapidly melting ice cream, little bits of it splattering on the front of my t-shirt. I didn't jerk my hand back, though, which was good, because Eddie's hand was on top of mine now and I liked how that felt. My fingers tightened just a little in my surprise, only briefly, then relaxed again and I peered at Richie curiously from across the table.

"Why would we do that?" I asked.

I knew what he meant by dick, even if no one would have called it that back home, preferring other slang terms they thought a little kid never listened to, but I'd spent too much time out on the streets of London not to hear. But I didn't know enough about sex to know if that was really a thing people did.