" A couple hours to do laundry, a couple beers, a bar burger, and maybe a stop at K-Mart are all I really need," Scooter sighed. "Cripe, you remember ...hat it was like to hike all summer; we didn't take a lot of down time."The ride out to Lee's was familiar; she'd done it the last time three weeks ago. Or a lifetime -- one or the other -- for this was a different life than she'd led before the trip they'd just come off of. No one had come right out and said it, but from talking with both Al and. Bray!" Donna cooed and smiled sweetly.Mortified, Judy rapidly swiped her purse from Dana's hands and beganpulling her friend and teammate away in embarrassment."We're going to the car wash!" the redhead shouted as she skirted Donnaoff. "I'll be home before midnight!" Do you want any of this?" Dana hollered after her younger sister.But, she got no response. "I'll hang onto it then."Her voice was lost in the noise of the crowd."Ugh, that was horrible!" Judy gagged as she and Donna. I stood motionless for what seemed like an eternity. I could hear the sound get louder then quiet then loud again and muffled again. I took one more step toward her door. I realized then the door to Ilsa's room was not the only door with a problem of not closing. Through the gap and with the light of the Moon shining through the window, I could see the covers of the bed moving rhythmically up and down and a slight squeaking of the bed, as well. The rhythm was building along with her heavy. Parsons is having, but I like mine sweet." In a few minute, he came back carrying three tall glasses. He handed one to each of us, keeping the one that was a golden color for himself. My drink looked pinker than Mrs. Parsons, I guess because I'd asked for it to be sweet. It tasted good, a little bitter like from lemon juice. Mrs. Parsons was the first to finish her drink, holding up her glass and asking for another one. This time, Mr. Parsons didn't try to talk her out of it. Instead, he drank.