Jan said nothing, just sat, listening, nodding, frowning every so often."I think," she said slowly after my last sigh signaled the end of the story, "...e should have that drink now. You stay put. What do you want?"I thought of the last time I had a drink with a woman on this sofa, and what it had started. "Vodka and tonic?" I said, almost like I was asking her permission in my own house.Jan got up and fiddled around behind the bar and came back with two strong ones. We both took a long sip, and. Her waist was tiny, making her chest look bigger than it really was. She had a perfect hourglass figure for a girl her age. I could tell that she was interested in me; I had seen those looks before. Some girls will clam up right away and need more gentle prodding, but Vanathi was ready for some woman-and-girl experimentation. I decided to be bolder. We both walked into waist deep water, and I stretched out on my back on the water, floating toward her. Vanathi came a little closer, until I was. He said something in a language they could not understand, then turned to Spanish. "I am a Hopi. I am being chased by Navajoes. I must leave before they get here. They will kill you if they can."Otto said, "Don't worry. We are your friends. We can defend ourselves. Let us treat your wounds." The Hopi fainted before Otto had finished speaking. Luckily for him, he stayed unconscious while Otto probed for the bullets and cleaned out the wounds. He finished by washing the wounds with whiskey before. Finally, we were safely inside Pete's flat, and after I'd touched up mylipstick in the hall mirror (something I've always found a particularturn on when seeing women do it) we were sitting together on the sofawith me curled up on his knee and with his arm protectively round me."Tell me," started Pete, "when Nicki asked which one of us was going totake you, did you think you'd get any willing volunteers."I thought for a moment."I don't want to sound conceited but the honest answer is yes. In.