I simply laughed. He stood there, taking pictures, telling me that I was beautiful, that he’d never seen anything like it, or known anyone like me. ...e walked into the water, not caring that his worn black shoes were soaking through to his socks, that the water was creeping up his jeans, that we were a mess. He wanted a better picture. He wanted a picture of my laughter, my almost child-like delight, at the fact that I was completely soaked and without a towel. I don’t know what it was about. " He reached into his pocket and dug out the wad of bills that Mick had given him - after. "He gave me this."Janet glanced down, and then did a double-take. The wad of bills had tens and twenties in it. Mick had given Eddie more than just his usual spare change. She looked up again so she could drive. "You missed the headliner."Eddie nodded slowly. "Yeah." You want to get a bite to eat?"Eddie shook his head. "Nope."Janet frowned. Eddie was acting different. Normally, he was very. But, to my great disappointment, she somehow managed to keep everything in its proper place while she reached a hand up under the hemline of her dress and removed a sexy pair of lace bikini panties. I figured that demonstration had earned them all my shirt—though it wasn’t much of a compromise, given the fact that I was wearing an undershirt. Stephanie swore, “Jesus Christ, you’ve got another shirt on underneath? I never realized how many layers you guys wear!” I just nodded, suddenly realizing. A few minutes later, she said, "Cathleen really like Heather..." Yes..." John replied."Do you always make love as Heather," Lori probed?"Recently, yes... all the time last week..."She let a few more moments pass, then whispered, "Cathleen likes girls...pretty girls..." Pretty girls..." John repeated."Cathleen loves lesbian sex with Heather... lesbian sex with Heather..." Heather loves Cathleen..." John whispered back."Cathleen is a lesbian..." Lori whispered."Yes..." John whispered back."Is.