Neither Alex nor Ronnie would have considered herself to have lesbian tendencies. But this friendship was deeper than any they had had before. The suc...ing of nipples ... the sleeping together, nude ... the general atmosphere of shared intimacy itself, had forged bonds between them that were like steel chains. They were velvet-covered chains, to be sure, but they were stronger than either girl would have believed on a purely cerebral level.So, when Ronnie said she would suck, and see what all. It had to be the main topic of gossip among the night shift guys. He might not need to ask a single question. He planned to hang back and just listen to the chatter.He was not sure what he would do with Willow's revelation that her brother was involved. He was not sure it was a reliable ID but it might provide a possible avenue to investigate. But was the lead worth revealing his presence, and Willow's presence at the Expo? What would the repercussions be for coming forward? He needed more. Rodrick was inside chilling when the cayenne red Nissan Altima pulled up. He opened the door wearing a V-neck T-shirt and gray sweatpants. He towered over the five-six sissy. “Damn,” he remarked. “You dyed your hair pink.”“Yeah,” giggled Tyrel. “Do you like it?”“You good!”“I brought some liquor. Can I use your bathroom.”Rodrick poured the gin in two plastic cups. He added some ice and ginger ale. He waited until Tyrel rejoined him.The short, girlish dude came out. He had on a pair of black. And he looked right at my practically non-existent breasts and got a little smile on his face.Just my luck. I'm literally almost naked in front of a hunky guy who I hardly know (even if he is really old) and he's looking at my Double-A cups. I think I turned totally red, and then I acted SOOOOO immature - I turned around and ran back to my room. When I turned to slam my door shut, he was still there at the end of the hall, watching me with that smile on his face! I could have died.I snuck out.