It was probably just Thomas paying him a visit and checking up on his friend's health.Charles opened the front door. When he saw who it was. His heart...was beating a little bit quicker."Aren't you going to let me in!?" Ivy asked, while standing outside the front door.Ivy was dressed up in a nice pink shirt and pink mini-skirt. Her hair was tied up in a pony-tail."Oh hi!! This is a surprise," Charles cried.Charles still really didn't feel that good. Ivy's presence was going to make him ever more. .." No," she stamped her not-insignificant foot, "I've had it! To think howashamed my father is of how we've turned out! And such high hopes he hadfor our future when we were betrothed at the tender age of just twoweeks!"He wanted to point out that her father hadn't counted on her being toofond of sweet meats and unable to get another suitor when his own fatherhad gambled away the family fortune. As always, however, he just keptsilent."I'm sick of you lazing around waiting for fortune to fall. But also breast forms, hip andbum padding and, judging by my itchy head, a wig. Why on earth was Iwearing them? And what on earth was it that was wrong?"What the fuck Pete? You said she was a prostitute. It's a fuckingtranny. We agreed you'd find a fit girl and you bring back a tranny?You gay?" Flaccid boy berated without looking away from me."Shut the fuck up John. She looked hot, you said it yourself. She's afucking stunner Pete, you said it yourself. And what about fucking Dan? He's. "He begins to walk away but I just stay still. He stops and turns to look at me. I feel so nervous. He walks to me and puts his hands on my face. I look up at him and I'm sure he can see the fear in my green eyes."What's wrong? Are you OK?" He asks.I nod. "No, it's just thatÖit's just that I-I don't have a swimsuit on. Just some shorts."He smoothes my hair back. "That's OK. You can swim in your shorts I don't mind."I look down and touch my t-shirt. "My shirts too long. I can't swim good.