." she began, not knowing what to say.Then she realized that she was only half-dressed. She wore only her bra, a peach-hued lacy little thing that dip...ed low, exposing the tops of her exquisite breasts, a bra that Karen had loved and loved to remove. And though she still had on her skirt, it was half-unzipped.His eyes widened as he looked at her body."I can say this, she's got good taste, at least," he said in a hostile whisper. "Can't be many lesbians that look as good as you do." Are you.... Golf in the morning, swimming or sailing in the afternoon, dinner in Lahaina in the evenings. It's perfect, Andy." It's too bad we can't play the local course until next week. That tournament has blocked it off." Why don't we go and watch the pros," Fiona said brightly. "We might learn a thing or two." The only thing I'll get out of it is an inferiority complex when I see how far they hit the ball."Fiona rolled toward me and took my hand. "You've got nothing to feel inferior about, trust me,". Sarah walked to the window in the dark and peered through the curtains. The landscape outside was blanketed with a thin layer of snow, sparkling from the Christmas lights the neighbors had set up a few days before. She loved Christmas- something about the colors, the cheer, the lingering sense of anticipation when anything magical could happen... Sarah started to the bathroom when the bedroom lamp clicked on behind her. The room was filled with a faint, soft lamplight. “Honey? Where are you. Seventeen year old boy scouts had to go through gruelling training that made their bodies amazing, and since they had an “honour code” they were never douchebags. “Rethinking how horrible the week is?” I ask and smirk, looking at her.“Hell yes.” She says and we both laugh, looking over. They were my one weakness, it was something that could always improve a week. Even if I never talked to them, just looking at them made me melt. Guys that thought camping and doing random survival shit for fun?.