She had to!“Hey, Linc—got a minute?”“Hey, Brad. What’s up?”“Do you remember Steph? She works in the testing lab.”Even Linc couldn’t ...orget the personified sexual perfection standing before him. All those insecurities hit his entire nervous system.“Ah ... hu hi.”Steph put on her best fake friendly look for this repulsive, stuttering fool. This was going to be easy.“Linc, a pleasure to meet you! Stephany Picard ... but my friends call me Steph.”“Nice to m ... meet you, S ... Stephany!”“Ok come. The gin had hit her very hard, after a couple of hours of tennis with Connie Quentin and being out in the hot sun. And the alcohol did nothing to cool the sensual urge that was coursing through her veins.Mavis almost wished Willie Quentin, Connie's husband, would call her in to clerk that evening at the local supermarket where she sometimes substituted for regular help. The prospect of spending another evening of solitude without Phil was depressing. Would he be home tonight? He had said he was. Anne was there with Dad's car, so she gave us a ride back to the house. She had danced herself into a frazzle, and was too tired to drive and talk, so the only information we got was that Mom and Dad were certain I had lost my marbles. They had thought that several times before, so I figured they'd get over it.Tia spent the night with me, this time much more quietly. We were too bushed to do more than snuggle. Mom woke us way too early, and made comments about protection when she realized how. He wore ayellow t-shirt and white shorts, which looked good against his mahoganyskin. I noticed his muscular, hairy legs, and wondered what he would looklike shirtless.I looked away when I noticed Leslie looking at me. Nothing else happeneduntil a couple of weeks later, when Leslie and I (my older cousins rarelyhanged out with us) had gone to the woods and I'd stupidly fallen into apuddle. Worse, when we got home my aunt explained she'd just put myclothes in the washer, so I didn't have any.