It was a woman in her middle thirties at a guess, or so she looked, flame-red wavy hair he could tell that ran in thick waves down her back. Her featu...es were sharp-looking, Her cheekbones high and sharp, with bright green eyes that seemed to be drawn up and back to sharp points. She was overly well endowed in the chest and had a smile that lit the room without the lamps help. She saw the look Andrew had and giggled at it. She was used to the reaction she caused when a new customer came in and. " Really, by this point, the speech was a piece of personal history-a remnant of a time when I hadn't made my peace with the situation.It took me a little time to get ready. Brad was particular about how I was dressed when I showed up at his house, or wherever he wanted me to meet him. But I'd gotten pretty fast at this-I'd had enough practice-so I was out the door in under 15 minutes. That's all the time it took to drag my bag of paraphernalia out of its hiding place in the basement, strip. I haven't used the dock since Brett died." ... and I take you out on a boat," I said sullenly. "I am sorry." I'm not sorry," she said smiling. "I am having a wonderful day. I don't let the past get to me." Ready to hit the big waves?" I said, changing the subject."You betcha!" she exclaimed."We are going to be out there for a while so if you need a break just let me know. I am planning on going pretty far."She nodded with understanding.I kicked the boat back into gear and headed into the Gulf. But...with girls...that’s just weird to me.”“Sex is sex, Em. It feels good no matter who you’re with.”“Whom,” injected Emerald, correcting her sister’s grammar once again. “Whatever!” Pearl rejected, rolling her eyes. “So, yeah, I have no reservations about grabbing another girl’s boobs or ass if the occasion calls for it.”“Yeah...I noticed.”Pearl laughed. “Hey, I’ve got an idea,” she announced, running down the hall to her room. A moment later, she returned carrying an elegant-looking.