Then one day, school was out, and everyone was heading to this bloke’s place after lunch-break for a ‘party’. I tagged along as was the habit �... everyone at school tended to flock together so I wasn’t out of place. I was in what passed as my school uniform, as were the other k**s. I didn’t talk to anyone there, no-one noticed who was doing what, it was all very relaxed and k**s were messing about – I don’t remember if there was any ‘snogging’ or anything. All I was interested in was getting some. Zoe giggled. Did she know boys got that way most mornings? Did she suspect that this morning it was mostly caused by a healthy dose of vivid Zoe dreaming? “Eh, Twain, in that dream of yours, do we have any condoms left?”Leaving me flustered, Zoe rolled over out of sight. Then just her arm reappeared, gracefully unfolding over the side of the bed like the neck of a swan and beckoning me with a rolling index finger “come up here for a bit Twain”I sat up gingerly, embarrassment still flooding my. Cameras were everywhere and it seemed they would cover every conceivable angle. There were two covering side views, one was set low down in front of the chaise longue for ‘close ups’, and a fourth was hand held so Angel could pick up whatever bits of the action she thought the other three were missing. There were also two other sets, one on each side of the pool, each with a single camera facing a pool chair on which was draped a white towel. All the cameras were arranged artfully so that none. ”“That would be good for her, I think. It would give her something to think about besides her injuries.”“I can also ask around about how to get the surgery she needs. There are many foundations out there, and a good number of them deal with medical issues.” I shrugged. “I don’t know if they’d consider cosmetic surgery for Kaitlin, but I am willing to ask.”“You seem to know a lot about these foundations,” Janice observed.“I’ve had some experience through my business,” I said, choosing my words.