. no, no, no. Those are too ratty.”“White pants,” Lissa said. “With a nice polo shirt. One with no logo on it.”“Do they make those?” I a...ked. “I don’t have any white pants. And it’s a picnic. We’re sitting on the ground. I’d be grass-stained.”“Wait, not jeans.”“We have to go shopping!”Melody and Lissa went shopping. I found myself back at QuickCuts where I went before the party back in May. I hadn’t had a haircut since and they were all appalled.“So, how many dates do you have tonight?” Donna,. The driver is Alan, as I've just said. My name is Tony and you are Jimmy.''My names not...'My earth shook as I was stopped by a slap across the face, not hard enough to hurt, but it stung.'Jimmy. You're a smart boy. Do you want me to repeat what I said earlier?''No,' I replied, hot tears stinging my eyes.'Good. Your name's Jimmy. Outside this van you could be called Frank bloody Sinatra for all I care. But for the time being outside doesn't exist. In this van is what matters. Nobody outside. Look who the cat dragged in!” Cam teased Sal, hugging her like an old girlfriend.“Yeah, like you want any of this pussycat!” Sal winked at Cam, fake-flirting with him.“Um, yeah, sorry, but I’m strictly a wiener dog guy!” Cam chuckled, making Mitch roll his eyes a bit there.Most ladies wouldn’t bother flirting with a flamboyantly gay man like Cam, but Sal did it for laughs as always. Mitch was more of the fussy kind of homosexual, anal-retentive to a fault, very much a gay male Claire in some. " "Well, you're here to work," I said, "so I don't want to be turning you on like other girls do." "Your legs look as hot as any girl's I've ever seen," he said. "What's your name?" "I'm Courtney," I said. "And yours?" "I'm Randy," he said. "They call me Handy Randy." "I bet you're handy with lots of things, Randy. I'll be glad to let you take care of anything that comes up." "Anytime, Courtney. I'm here to help new tenants." He smiled widely. "Now, about your new shower head." "Oh, yes," I.