statutory what? she was 16 exactly half my age squatting by the side of the el camino on a dusty side road the sound of girl piss singing on the gravel i kissed her when she pulled her shorts back up ran a hand down front found she had shaved her beaver she had a name around town was hot to trot & looked like a teenage faye dunaway on the best day she ever had took her to a motel in paris gurgled & punched the night away & about a week later she called my wife told her what a great fucking i'd given her "he punched my womb" she said you can bet my wife was pissed but i saw her point i was pissed later myself when i found out she'd fucked my best friend my wife that is not the girl of dunaway charm & a pussy slicker than teddy's pate it wasn't long afterward jammed in the front seat of a flipping pickup she lost her youthful brains & still & cold under peach light at the funeral home she was still beautiful & i couldn't help but wondered if the hair had grown back or if the undertaker had seen that bald snatch as he poked & prodded with his trocar & i couldn't help but recall how i'd reamed her before he did along with countless other nameless fucks but i left her alive breathing girlish mischief in the tennessee night & since i've never stopped by the road and pissed on gravel when that gravel piss splash didn't remind me of her & make me think that both were gone too soon her & my youth