She opened the car door and climbed in. She looked at me and said, “Let’s go back down to the waterfront.”“Okay.” I drove off slowly looking...in my rearview mirror to see if anyone came out of her house. I saw nothing but there was a red car parked in her driveway.“What’s happened, Ron?”“Ronnie has decided to go away with a man for the weekend.”“Bloody bitch, I assume that you gave it to her.”“No, I didn’t. I told her that if she went then she should not come back.”“So finally she has stretched. Our mothers, who were natural sisters, started drinking once the men had gone and pretty well left us on our own to our own devices.We were in mother's room trying on her heels when Leanna found mothers sex toys and a pile of porn mags showing men with erections.That had an effect on both of us girls deeper than the giggling fit we had on the surface, now we both knew what men looked like aroused and where they put them, attention was now focused on our own vaginas and mothers vibrators.The. .. sweat. And something else. The door swung shut again as a young, thin waitress with light brown hair staggered out. She laughed a goodbye to someone inside as she hopped along, pulling a high-heeled pump onto her foot. She feebly tried to arrange her hair, wiped the sweat from her brow, and tried to pull her uniform into some semblance of order. "Wooo! That was a good one," she said absentmindedly to herself and the room. Her heels clicked on the tile as she walked unevenly behind the. . I don't know what I was thinking. I honestly can't see the difference now," apologized John. "But I was so sure that something was wrong... I can't... I don't..." Here, now," Evelyn interrupted, gently taking John's chin in her hand. "I bet you were worried about those scars. They'll clear up in a month or two, and you'll never even know they were there. But let me show you a trick for right now." Evelyn flipped to another compartment on her compact and took out a brush. She dabbed it in some.