"Hey," she said, "Dollar is here for the weekend with her new husband. You should look her up."Cassie sat up. "Dollar?" she exclaimed. "Great, I haven...t seen her since my wedd..."There was a moment's silence, and it was because of the memory. She had felt so certain of Zak that day. She had been all in white, and he looked so good as she came down the aisle of the church to him, and all the time he was deceiving her, cheating her of her true love."Yes," she told her mother, "I'd really like to. Without thinking, she took a towel from the rack andwrapped it around her wet hair."Now that was an experience," she told herself. It had been. She'd showered quickly, as Helen had asked, but was morebecause she didn't want to dwell on how she had changed. She also didn'twant to get started touching herself in those new, _interesting_ placesshe had now.Still, she _was_ curious. Rather than wrap a second towel aroundherself, she walked over to the two-sink countertop. A large mirror tookup. Eric reached out to brush the hem of her dress, and her thighs clenched hard. He was so close, but still he didn’t touch. Instead, she felt the silk slide over her skin in the lightest caress possible as he inched her skirt up. Oh. My. God. Her breathing reduced to a sharp pant now, Eva stood still while he pulled her skirt all the way up to drape it over the uppermost curve of her bottom. She’d never felt more exposed, or more aroused, in her life. And then he stepped back. It was all Eva. "You're Mom seems like she knows how to rock." I felt Ben checking me out again and wondered if Dean could tell."Excuse me, you two don't have to talk about me like I'm not here," I interrupted."Sorry, Mom. Well, what do you think?"I wanted to look like I gave it more thought, so I paused. "It might be fun." I could tell from Dean's face that was the wrong answer. "If having your mother around wouldn't embarrass you," I added, trying to sound hurt."You know you don't embarrass me, Mom." And it.