Mum smiled at me and let out a nervous laugh, thanks darling she said as she looked down at her open robe. I mean it mum you look good still. It was t...en I now realised I was flirting with her, she gave it one of those silly stop it and tap me on the shoulder, I noticed her other hand was resting on my knee as well. We began flirting and I couldn’t help but compliment her, which she was loving, giggling and taking them all in. I then started asking her what she had been up to here already. I. . or perhaps simply the wrong gender was hitting on her. It was an encouraging thought, which kept me glancing over at her so often I was afraid my friends would notice and start razzing me. I wasn't sure what exactly it was about her that drew my attention like a magnet. She had a delicate fragility, and in this dark jungle of carnal predation, she certainly looked like prey. I tried not to stare. When I looked over again and she was gone, my heart began to race. I scanned around the room and. "Pretty pathetic, huh, Sean," Rebecca said ruefully after she had sat down. "Here am I this mature psychologist and I can't even talk to you until I'm covered up by the water." Rebecca, believe me, I know it takes some getting used to," Sean consoled her."Do you remember what you said that Sunday we talked - about what it meant when a person bared themselves to someone else. You said it showed that they wanted to share something important. That was very profound. I wish I was more brave and. Its attention-riveting, compelling quality would make Marine Corps Drill Instructors envious.OK, mystery solved. I knew how they were getting on so famously, but I still didn't know what they were talking about – but I just knew it was about me."Get a grip, girl," I told myself. "So what if they are talking about you? What have you possibly got to hide from either of those two? Aren't we being just the teensiest bit paranoid? And are we now talking to ourselves? Surely that's the first sign of.