Not all, mind you, there are girls with lowered expectations, but a lottI figure that part of the problem is the guys, but not in the way people would...think. They don't read the romance novles, especially the steamy ones, and they don't sit in on a group of girls talking about intimate things. They don't know what goes on in their heads—to be honest, we don't know what goes on in theirs—and so they don't know what they're supposed to do. Reality always replaces the romance, and couples learn to. ”“Or a drug dealer,” Davy said, “I’m going to call Liz.”“Don’t bother,” Carlos grabbed Davy’s elbow. “How about you buy Hafnan here a drink?”“But I--” Hafnan looked to Natasha. Natasha’s foot was rubbing up and down Carlos’s thigh as they faced each other on their stools.“Um, I guess. What’s your poison?” Davy asked.“Poison!” Hafnan frowned. “Qu’est-ce que--”“Sorry, what would you like to drink?” Davy frowned as Natasha and Carlos got together. He looked back.“I still have a whole drink,”. ”“I’ll leave that up to you. You sure are pretty and you have a really nice body, if you don’t mind me saying that.”“Lou Ann was in the bathroom with me last night and she told me I look good naked. She told me that my bra-size is even larger than hers.”“I’m sure she told you that I love big titties, didn’t she?”“Yes, and we need to stop talking like this. I’ve never been with a boy and I’m getting too excited, with you standing so close, I feel the heat from you’re body.”“What if Lou Ann and I. Greg’s POVFor the last hour Bob and I had been sitting in quiet, contemplative silence. As much as I was looking forward to being in Jamie’s arms, I had second thoughts. God dammit, why did Charlie have to turn into Mary? Now, every time I think of my sweet Jamie, I keep wondering if it might be Charlie. I even heard giggling in my head that I kept thinking was Charlie. Not only did he look like Mary, he sounded like her. I found that very unsettling. In a lot of ways, I wished now, that.