"You spent..." her voice trailed off, then after a second she continued,"Still, why the hell didn't you come to me with the stories? Why sellthem so c...eap?" I was afraid you'd be angry," I said, "That I wasn't focusing on mynovel." Come on," she said, "Why didn't you really come to me?"I paused for a second."I was embarrassed," I said finally."Embarrassed?" Corrine repeated, "Why?" They're... a certain kind of stories," I whispered.Without awaiting further explication, Corrine clicked on one of. "I don't know." Yes you do," Charlene advanced threateningly on Tori now, who warilyrecoiled. "Just like you knew where I live. Funny how you wereconveniently jogging around my block when I came out. They probably toldyou to do that, didn't they?"Tori raised her hands in restraint. "Now wait a minute, Cher. I alwaysdo an early morning jog. Shit! Paranoid much?"Tori gasped as Charlene clamped her hands upon the former boy's forearmsin a tight and angry grip as the teenager's face looked much. .. uh... sometimes,” she croaked.“When do you touch them,” I continued to try and get her thinking about her private self stimulation.“Usually when I’m... uh... oh! in the shower,” she stammered. “When they’re all soapy and slippery it... uh, it feels... uh, really good,”“Show me... show me how you touch them.”When her hands cupped her large firm mounds I knew she’d turned a corner. At least part of her brain had escaped the sterile medical environment and gone to that place where the setting. He hit his drive, about 250 yards, straight down the middle of the fairway, and then the ladies went to their tee box to hit their drives. All three managed to find the short grass and the foursome walked off, chatting amiably.“Do you live around here, Jim?” asked Mary.“I’m from Stoneville,” he replied. “I’m just up here for the summer working for my aunt at her place on Lake Jubilee.”“Who’s your aunt,” Lois asked?“Debbie Johnson,” Jim replied.“Oh, we know her,” Judy said, looking at the other.