Be normal some more.”“That’s not really possible,” I said.“I think we can,” Liz said. “Uh, do you remember one of the guys from backstag... here? He was the only one that wasn’t a total prick.”“I remember his face but I don’t know his name,” I admitted. “I think Eric knows him.”“He does,” Liz said. “The guy’s name is Scott Van Winkle. Uh, Eric said the guy has a beachfront home up the coast.”I frowned. The fad of privatizing the coastline was one of my biggest pet peeves.“I know, it sucks,” Liz. He sat behind his big desk and smiled easily."What can I do for you? Haven't decided you're hard up enough to take me up on my offer of bed and breakfast, I suppose."Despite herself Erica laughed. He drove her to the brink with his lack of formality, and made passes at her that were so intentionally clumsy they were comical. One day she swore she was going to take him up on it, just to see his face, but not today."I suppose you saw the directive from command?" "Which one? The one that. "I swear I could hear Jenny thinking in her brief pause. "What do youmean, what day is it? Do you... did you fuck him yesterday?!" Her voicedropped to a harsh whisper as logic told her the truth. I dazzled herwith my pearly whites."Joe? Nah, I've never fucked him." Oh, but you said-" It was Dan I fucked yesterday. Joe I had down my throat." I smacked mylips together noisily, making meal of the moment. "Yum." I... you..." Her confusion was hilarious."No no, I definitely do not remember you being. It seemed she couldn’t handle her hormones any better than I could, because after a little while, she practically forced my mouth off of her nipples and made me face her. “I’m, uh, really horny, and I just… look, I just want your tongue inside of me, Quinn.”“Okay,” I breathlessly replied, almost in fear. She barely waited for my response. Within seconds, I had backed off and she had stood up to remove her pants. This was so surreal to me, so exciting. I had seen her boobs before in her picture.