.I was really getting into it, and I must have missed the sound of the door, because the next thing I knew, J was in the room standing by the bed and ...taring down at me, a strange look on her face.“What the fuck are you doing?” she demanded – then before I could answer, she continued: “No – don’t say a thing. I can see perfectly well for myself the kind of sordid shit you get up to when I’m not here.”I started to get up off the bed but she pushed me back down.“No, stay there, carry on with what. “Here we go, isn’t it great?”Niki stopped just inside the door, her eyes bright as she took it all in. It was clear that Cheyenne’s mother was some sort of sculptor. A chunk of clay that had begun to take on the shape of some sort of animal (?) sat atop a rather small pedestal. Various pieces of statuary lined a shelf along the right wall. Looking closer, Niki thought that one of them might be Cheyenne, though it was hard to tell without looking closer. Cheyenne was moving around the room,. ”He cocked at me and said, “You seem tense.”“Just not really used to this kind of scene.”He got closer, our bodies almost touching and said, “What is your scene?”“Uh, my dorm room,” I said with a slight laugh. “Studying and playing soft contemporary rock or country music is my idea of a good night.”I could tell he was trying not to laugh. “You should give new things a chance,” Sean said, his smile peeking from behind a cloud of cigarette smoke.Before I even realized what happened, I was in the. I am sure she had caught me starting at her long legs and butt on more than one occasion. Jackie was married but the relationship was not going well. The last time we had chatted over a drink she had confided that her husband had lost interest in her. I had answered that he must be turning gay because she was “smoking hot.” The compliment had earned me a wry grin. It was a Wednesday in mid July and I had taken the seadoo out for a spin. Being mid week the lake was very quiet. I arrived back at.