I plucked at the lacy hemline in a futile attempt totug it down and cover my bulging rumba panties, my bottom lip poking outlike a sulky toddler. I ac...epted the oversized baby bottle of warm milkshe handed me without protest, and gazed up at Aunty June's impassivefeatures when she raised and locked the high crib side in place. "That'swhere silly little babies like you belong - locked in a cot, and pinnedin thick nappies," she commented disdainfully. "And that's the way you'llstay, Baby Candy,. "When I was 15," Sarah said. "Completely forgettable. A high school football player at a beer party. I worried for a month that I'd gotten pregnant and ruined my life." Do you still talk to your parents?" Adam asked."Every Sunday like clockwork," Sarah answered with a smile. "We catch up on our lives and they try to talk me into coming home. I was pretty close a couple of weeks ago. I had just done a horrible scene with a horrible guy, well not Tony Armani-horrible but close. I decided I was. Water dripped off of his smooth body.She ran her hand down his hairless chest, tracing a path down to his equallyhairless groin and testicles. Her hand moved past his still erect penis as itmoved further down. His pubes had once been shaved as part of the teaminitiation, he claimed the idea came from some movie, and she had been so intriguedby it that she had him do it again for her. She liked the results so much thatshe now insisted he remain smooth from the neck down. He never argued, and as. Back to the story. I had to know: Were the women talking about my friend? I called Tyrone and asked what he was up to. He said, "I am trying a new California cabernet that I'd heard about. It was on sale and I bought a few bottles. Want to join me Sean?" said Tyrone."Sure!" I enthusiastically replied. "I'll be over in ten."I quickly drove to Tyrone's house. My mind was filled with questions about the girl's conversation. Could I ask Tyrone about what they had said?He greeted me with a full.