A couple of them had pretty short skirts, and long legs, and from my seated vantage point, the view was pretty nice."Why aren't you dancing?"It took m... a second to realize that had been addressed to me. I turned my head to see Heather, dressed in tight jeans and a fuzzy sweater with a cowl neck. The front of the sweater swelled out wonderfully around her large breasts. Her honey blonde hair was in ringlets down to her shoulders. Her face and her blue eyes were just ... perfect."Um, I've never. "Jack & Coke please, with just a cube or two of ice," I replied, folding my hands on top of the bar and looking around. I glanced down to my right and saw a quite attractive blonde woman sitting alone, nursing a margarita. She smiled at me and I could tell she was checking me out. Not one to pass up the chance with a beautiful woman, I took my drink and went and sat next to her."Hi. My name is Dean," I said, extending my hand."Kate, pleased to meet you. You're an American as well?" she replied,. I shivered and felt awful, waterlogged and half-frozen. I looked down at my right thigh and saw that the ball had torn a gouge four or five inches long that looked very nasty but was not bleeding much, more a long bruise that a cut."Try this," the older of the two said, handing me a cup of something that smelled of pork, bean soup I suppose, thick and hot. I looked up into her dark eyes and smiled."I'm Lucy," she said. "That's Essie." She nodded toward her sister. I guessed she was eighteen or. " he said in anemotionless detached tone."Yeah?" Becky shrugged, annoyed that he hadn't reacted positively towhat she was sure were fantastic boobs any boy would love to oogle."So?" No..." fear rose in his voice. "You don't get it." He turned to her,locking his pale blue eyes on hers, terror gripping him. "I think I'ma straight... girl." So?" she shrugged, not immediately understanding the problem. Andthen after a beat, it clicked in her mind, that he wasn't really agirl. "OH!" she.