"Lord, you really know how to turn a girl on, don't you," she sighed softly.Laura looked up at her, her lips still pressed to the warm, smooth skin of...Ada's bare midriff. "I love your body."Ada smiled back, clearly enjoying Laura's worshipful caresses, but also clearly nervous."I always feel so awkward... and sort of... you know, guilty, when we do this," she stammered. "I can't get over feeling it's so... wrong. You know? Like, two girls aren't supposed to do this."Again slowly, Laura stood. It spun even more as I realized that I was not in the bed of my apartment, but my childhood bedroom in my parents’ house. Or I suppose I should say my mother’s house, as my father had not lived there since his untimely death by heart attack a few years back. I looked over and saw my key ring on the nightstand, and among the keys I could no longer see the apartment key that was a welcome reminder of my own tiny postage stamp of home. I saw my car key on the ring, and a twitch of my eyes towards. I was really feeling it by now, more than just tipsy. “Would you like something to drink?” I ask her.“Sure, I’ll take whatever you’re having,” she says.I go to the kitchen as she sits down on the couch. I pour us both some screwdrivers since I know that’s what she likes. I hand her the drink and sit down beside her. “Nice place you got here,” she points out.“Thanks, I guess one of the few benefits of being a CSI is a decent pay,” I tell her.We continue to sip our drinks, as we chit-chat. “You. .. filled you out," she said, trying not to look at the way his arms and shoulders swelled out the tee shirt he was wearing.Both women got up, then pulled the table back a little to make room. Connie plopped down in his lap and kissed him, then relinquished her place to Denise, who also kissed him."We'll be your girl friends," Connie said, "until you find some pretty girl your age."Jeremy couldn't quite understand why she would say that about finding a girl his age. Mentally shaking himself,.