Susan released Bill, dropped back to the floor, and turned to hug Ruth. Ruth skidded to a stop before she reached Susan and asked, "What the hell happ...ned to you?"Susan still had sliced strawberries in her hair, on her face, and covering her shoulders and night gown."Mom's getting kinky," Mandy answered for Susan."Does Junior like strawberries?" Beth asked Jack and Linda."Bill was being clumsy and spilled a bowl of strawberries and whipped crème," Susan explained to Ruth with a completely. He felt he had been enveloped in a cloud of femininity when she had come near him. As she looks down at the book, he looks at her- the back of her bended head. Her hair is long and shining and he finds himself wondering what it would feel like to touch it. It looks so soft, alive. A tendril falls into her face as she turns her head and she reaches up absently to push it behind her ear. He pulls his eyes away from her face before she catches him looking at her. For the first time he realizes she. They watch it a little. Then Crystal says “I swear that isn’t me.” She starts pulling off her clothes. She’s wearing a leotard as underwear. As she undresses, she’s saying “And I can prove it. Look at that girl in the video. Do you see her lower back? She doesn’t have a tattoo.” The girl in the video has no tattoo at the top of her butt. “Well, I have a tattoo on my butt. See?” Crystal has a small tattoo on the top of her butt. It’s too high for her to lift up and leotard and show it so she. Flashes of memories of juvenile crushes simmered under my self worth. I was standing next to a twenty-four year old. Competing with a twenty-four year old. Not giving a millimeter to a twenty-four year old. My belly was as flat, my skin as smooth, my desire as evident as hers. I was glad I was still still mostly dressed. My tits only competed because our bras were great. I blushed.“You’re beautiful,” His eyes told Eden and then myself. He reached for Eden’s hand.“Don’t leave me like that.