Do what? We couldn’t put suntan lotion on each other? I guess not! Anyway just about everyone was watching us then, so in order not to make a scene ...e didn’t argue and said we wouldn’t do it again, like the good girls we are. We reclined in the lounge chairs, took in some sun, and did some people watching for a while. It seemed that a lot of them were watching us too, and some were very sexy women. Not like we hid the fact we were lovers. It is fucking hot in the desert this time of year, but. I particularly hated Richard the scout leader. He was far too nice and pleasant and supportive for his own good. So much so that he lets us scouts walk all over him. He was so nice he was all the things a girl my age hated. Every time he spoke about being nice to others and always being prepared to do a good turn I'd roll my eyes.His daughter, Joy, was anything but. She was a nasty spoiled rotten piece of work. She was the same age as me and pretended to be angelic and good but was just. I liked girl-stuff. When I grew up abit I got into football and cast aside girlish things. But then I gotinto girl-stuff again, more and more. Dad noticed, thought I wasprobably gay but didn't say anything. Then my sister caught me fullydressed in her stuff and beat the crap out of me." That's horrible." What? Don't be silly, hyperbole remember? What I got was "don't,slap, poke around in my stuff, slap, without, slap, *asking*, slap, youlittle shit, slap". It's *rude* Cherie can't stand,. This whole situation was turning out to be more than I could have possibly hoped for. I found myself thinking that I was fabulously happy.That groundwork being set, the conversation turned to what we had done during the long afternoon, and Brenda talked about the article she was writing. She can be a very passionate person, in her work as well as her private life, and due to the wine, she was soon expansively making her point about a woman who had been wronged by "The System," meaning of.