"Let's go there. I'm buying you dinner. And we're going to talk." - - - Mark ordered some darkish craft beer and got me a margarita. Cadillac, of cour...e. "So Patience," he said as we waited for the bevvies. "How did you get here? And by that, I mean, how did you get to the point of not being able to afford a car repair? You're what, 26?" "You're sweet. I'm 29, almost 30. And thank you so much for getting the money from Evans 'the shitbird' and for paying the rest of it off." "Don't thank me. "If itwouldn't feel too weird, I'd ... I'd really like to be referred to as agirl. Would that be okay?"Aunt Joan kissed the top of my head. "Of course it would be okay. "Cori squeezed my hand. "It'd be lots easier for me. I can't tell you howmany times I'd almost slipped and called you a girl yesterday. If yourmom hadn't introduced you as her son at church, I probably would haveassumed you were a girl at school just like everyone else." Which everyone else?"The phone rang just as Cori started. I took my finger and ran it along my mouth. The feeling had no explanation. It was about as good as it could get.Ceenie lay on her yoga mat breathing heavily and still leaking her orgasm. The droplets looked so hot as they exited her close-to-her-body inlet. Her body glowed naturally as she let the high subside.I lay down on the mat I was provided beside her and we looked at each other. The look in Ceenie's eyes said it all.Ceenie smiled at me and said, "God Jenna, I've never cum like that. The girls whispered amongst themselves, and Yvonne looked very pale and frightened.The conversation between Connie and Alexandra ended, and Alexandra stormed off down the sidewalk. The crowd dispersed a few seconds later, as Connie got into the car and fastened her seat belt."Where to?" Connie asked. "You two eating with us, or do you want to go home?"Libby and Yvonne both said, "Home," and Connie dropped the wagon into gear.We dropped Libby and Yvonne off at their houses and quietly drove.