Eric lost control, gushing cream over my hand, and the feeling of the wet, dripping, sticky mess was enough to make me boil over. I think I soaked him... I may even have left a spot on that couch. What can I say? I’m the excitable type. It was nearly ten o’clock when Shawna came back. I say just Shawna because Karina was still outside. She’d decided to crash in the RV. Shawna played this off as Karina wanting to sleep outdoors because she’d never been camping in her life, but I thought it might. They clearly had something to tell us, just as we had to tell them. What was it, I couldn’t help but guess.Becca, Melanie, and I sat together on the couch, Janine on my lap, Paige on Becca’s, and Heather on Melanie’s. Each lady rested her head on our shoulders, too, letting everyone see what was going on where my parents stayed. Stan coughed and so did Kelly, the latter staring at me with poorly concealed lust ... or perhaps at Janine’s tits. I could only imagine what prompted the cough from. His apartment wasn’t far, but it was enough west across town from hers that he had the amazing mountain view. She laid his suit jacket over the back of his sofa and he handed her a small throw blanket as they stepped out onto the balcony. She couldn’t quit thinking about how badly she wanted to draw the view. Her fingers burned for a pencil. Then he kissed her. So much for drawing… and not sleeping with him tonight, Cat thought. She was still holding the blanket and he slowly took it and. "Or," she said, "is it the other way around? Are you wearing the dressbecause you feel less manly than me?" Yes? No?" I said. "I don't know, really." It doesn't matter," she smiled. "Tell me this, do you feel manlier thanyour wife?"I looked at Emily with a pleading expression, hoping that she wouldsomehow still concede to my masculine status."Hold on," Emily said, "I can see what you're getting at. I won't saythat I completely disagree with you, but I'm not going to continue yourbullying when.