The chicks wanted to look good for their photos and they were turning it on. 'It' in this case is that thing that makes them photogenic and desirable ...ooking. Oh, they were, but they were getting several hundred dollars worth of free publicity photos for their portfolios, plus getting paid at the same time. French women are very smart about money.It had been a fun way to spend an afternoon, and we all knew each other a bit better by five o'clock, when the fairy godmother stopped waving her. T hey had a drink. He had a Long Island Tea, she chose the slightly crass and suggestive Sex on the Beach. They had another. He was twenty-six, she was thirty-seven. He was in some sort of relationship. She was married. They were both there for three days and they were both there to get laid. “Perhaps we should do lunch,” said Em brightly. The young man’s bulge became even more plainly evident. He looked long and deeply at her and said, “We should. I’d love to eat your pussy.” Em’s nipples. It wasn't until her freshman year in college, when she first met Camilleat a sorority party, that she finally had someone to open up to. Camille knewall to well the difficulties that young freshmen girls sometimes went throughwhen they were away from home for the first time. Camille was an expert listener.She sympathized with the young girl and listened thoughtfully as Susan pouredout her heart over the ensuing weeks. Most of the conversations revolved aroundSusan's frustrations of being a. "Sounds like you done run into Harold and LeRoy. What'd they do, take you about six-eight miles up the two-rut south of the lake, dump you out, and let the bugs see if they can eat ya before you can find your way out? You musta been speedin' pretty good. Usually, they only do that to drunks." I'd have sworn it was twenty miles," Lenny said."Naw, if'n it'd been twenty miles you wouldn'ta been gettin' outta there," the driver said, smiling. "They only do that to people that they don't like. Some.