Chapter 4 After the shower we got dressed and I sent mom down to make lunch. The doorbell rang. I heard mom answer the door. Then I heard someone loud...talking. I stuck my head out and looked down the stairs. There was mom talking Mrs. Johnston next door. What do you think you were doing? she said to mom. Im sorry Sarah. I was half asleep and I forgot that I wasnt wearing a nightgown. What kind of women sleep in the buff. Its immoral. Sarah Johnston was a 40ish red headed woman. She was heavy. Direct keek ik rond of er iemand getuige was geweest van dit tafereel en of men rode hoofd niet al te veel weg gaf van de aard van deze conversatie ;Katrien was ondertussen weer van dans-tegel verandert, en uit mijn zicht verdwenen ;Ik liep rond tot ik bij een goeie maat kwam die half zat tegen een pilaar stond, met zen rug naar de dansvloer. Achter hem, tussen de menigte door zag ik Katrien verder rond Rebecca dansen, het ging blijkbaar de goede kant op.En geen Caren te bekennen. Ergens was. And I don’t mean that in a bad way. Some girls have angelic and cute faces. Tammy had a devilish and seductive face, no matter her expression. She was just a tall, blonde bombshell. But I digress. Cameron. Cameron was not the best height for a tennis player, only standing at about 5 and half feet tall. She didn’t have Tammy’s body, but she was no slouch. Definitely considered pretty by most, she just wasn’t the bombshell that Tammy is. Her small frame was mostly legs, making her appear taller. Eventually baser needs forced to emerge from bed. We hadn’t had intercourse, but the room was drenched in its scent: something like clean, sharp sweat washed down with diluted bleach, warm and organic in the air. Both of us were sticky with lust.The sun was setting as we walked naked down the hall, hips touching, still kissing. In the master bathroom I spun all the faucets open, quickly filling the room with steam. Stepping into the shower together we were immediately immersed in hot rain,.