"You're a cruel woman whocares nothing about other people's feelings, especially men's. You hurtmen again and again, then have the indecency to cry ou... that you're theone being mistreated." Randal stood up, beginning to look angry himself."I would call you a bitch, but that would be a disservice to femalecanines everywhere." You bastard," Janet spat out furiously, trying to slap Randal again,though her hand didn't obey. She wanted to turn and leave, but for somereason she couldn't. It was as if. "Yours are bigger than mine," Kaelee sulked."But yours don't sag as much," Karen replied. "I like that. Wish mine didn't." Ca... can I touch you?" Kaelee asked."If I can you," Karen countered.Both girls reached across and caressed the other's breast."Ooooh!" They chorused together.Then without even thinking about it, they began fondling each other. Karen was the first to pinch Kaelee's nipples, which caused her to catch her breath. Kaelee had no choice but to reciprocate in the same fashion.The. " I loved you," she said. "I told you so over and over again." But now? You don't?"OmyGod! I'd blown it! I'd lost her!"I think I loved you right away," Sally said. "Before we left the island, even." Before we left Hawaii?" Before we left the island. My island. Sally Island." And ... now?" And I still love you Brian! Oh, God, I love you so very much! More than when we left my island. More than in Hawaii! I love you more every single day!"The relief I felt swept over me like a big wave at Waikiki. An African American fellow in red sweats, his eyes like two poached eggs, his mouth unable to close properly, served her breakfast. It was an English Muffin, its sides blackened and curled, curled like a fetus. Why Amanda hadn’t thrown up, she didn’t know. She lifted the plate up, a stream of butter soaking through, forming a greasy, piss colored puddle. A giant glob of butter was staring back at her, sliding across the undercooked surface. A patch of ice, like skin, was imbedded deep within.