. Kendra your girlfriend?” My eyes must have popped as wide open as I saw Kendra’s. Florie blushed.“No,” I squeaked. I practically scribbled m... sketch of her and wrote next to it, “My girlfriend?”“Susan, I’d like you to ask a reasonable follow-up question to Florie’s. Remember, we are not attempting to embarrass anyone.”Susan thought carefully for a minute and I sketched her biting her lip. Then I sketched her tummy. There was a gap of about eight inches where her shirt stopped and her pants. Still though, I thought, it's not like I want to chit-chat about the falling stock market or how fucked up that Jeffrey Epstein story is.Well. You certainly made a good impression. He got into our age difference a little bit, by telling me he wasn't going to mention our age difference. LOL, I texted CJ.He's protective of you. But like you are with everyone, you seem to own him. Haha, CJ texted.Not sure how to tell him about Shale Rock, your parents...I should have just told him about BFC. He's. But knowing women, they’ll have a long, detailed discussion about us before we meet them tonight.’ ‘You think Beatrice will tell Lizbeth what we were doing to her?’ ‘I’d bet on it.’ ‘But why? How?’ I blurted, unable to conceive of the younger sister telling the older what had gone on in the Pullman Car’s powder room. ‘She’ll see how horny her sister is. She knows Lizbeth won’t want to go out with us and will use her marriage as an excuse. But little Miss Beatrice wants to get laid. For that. My hair, bleached and spiky, could almost have passed for a guy'ssurfer cut, if I were dressed as a guy. But the way I was dressedtonight, there was no mistaking what I was. My high-heels clickedagainst the broken pavement. I was wearing a short pink suede jacket.My bellybutton was pierced."What the hell are you," one of the black guys snickered. "some kind offaggot?"The others laughed in a low, scary way. I was standing under astreetlamp a few feet away from them. I could feel them eyeing me.