And Carlita says we need a new bed. King-sized.I know Pat has a king-sized bed. She and I shared it for a crazy week. If she hadn't been my sister and...this wasn't our hometown, I'd still be in that bed with her, but those are big hurdles to overcome. We sort of separated. I still saw her and yearned, that is, until Carlita's head popped up from behind the seat of my work truck in the Texas scrub country.Carlita more than erased the sting of not having Pat. Carlita is a little force of nature, a. ”“Because you love Penny so dearly?”“As she loves me,” I nodded. “So we have to keep a safe distance. It’s why I didn’t want any details about the guy, and why I called you to talk to her. This is one topic that I couldn’t help her with. It needed a feminine touch.”“That girl would walk a mile on hot coals for you,” Jackie said.“And I’d do the same for her. Which just proves the point. Anyway, we need to get back to the group.”“Why the rush? Nobody will think the two of US are screwing. We only. This time I used a light blue with a rose highlight. The deep blackeyeliner went on easier, a swiftly drawn black line appeared on my upperlid, then I used a black pencil under my eyes, smudging it with myfinger. Then I used a rose blusher on my cheeks. The dress I hadselected was a royal blue sheath. It was sleeveless with a square cutneckline, the hem almost 2" above my knee. I took the corsolet andwrapped it around myself and began to fasten the hooks. It was tight,but I saw how much it. On my school holidays I wanted to learn how to sail, so joined a sailing club. Being a female with no experience in sailing did not endear me to most of the guys who were keen sailors. It was considered a sport for guys only. A very few girls did sail but were normally girlfriends of the skippers. I was breaking new ground as girls were only considered good for one thing and I was probably more experienced in that than any of the guys were in sailing. As I had recently moved to the area, I was.