"Please don't tell them that story."Udit only grinned broader and continued. "The car we were riding in had one of those new radio controls on the ste...ring wheel. The driver could hit the button and the radio would change stations. I told Brandon that we would practice his mind control during the trip. I started off driving and demonstrated by staring at the radio. I'd say 'now, ' and would tap the radio control on the steering wheel and it changed stations. Naturally, since I was looking at. “I smell like a whorehouse.” She sneered and away she went. I caught Reese staring at her ass as she left. “One of her better features.” I laughed, causing Reese to blush. “I need to talk to you wheels.” Reese said. Oh, this isn’t good, I thought. Reese only calls me wheels when he’s drunk or it’s about to get serious and he’s stone cold sober. “I need to confess something.” He said unsurely. “I’m in love with Carol.” “I’ve loved her since I first met her back in college, but couldn’t do. It killed me to admit it, but I really did. Not in the awkward way a brother loves a sister, or the passionate way a husband loves a wife, but in a secret, silent way that was embarrassing to think about. But as I sank lower into my bubble bath, I started to think about it more and more. Had I always felt this way? Did it show? My mind wandered to the scene of my thirteenth birthday. Blaine was eighteen and way past the age for showing up at kiddy parties, but she came anyway, toting bags of. ”Dale winced and blushed as she saw eighteen-year-old Lucy come towards her and was about to get up of her own accord but the drink made her too slow and she gasped as she felt Lucy squeeze her ear between her finger and thumb and pull her up. Suddenly Dale felt herself sober up, although realised that she wasn’t as she almost lost her balance again, and was caught only by Lucy hanging onto her ear. As Dale was led along by the ear-clasping Lucy she saw so many smiling and giggling hotel guests.