“How the hell did he find out? That was years ago!” I said.“Hey, y’all coming?” Jenna called back to us.“That’s kind of why I’m here, ...eally…” She said. Later, after we ate our breakfast… “I got to ask. I know you can’t talk about sorority stuff with outsiders, but is it really like the movies? Like ‘Scream 2’ without the killer? Or ‘American Pie’? I considered pledging but… nah. I have been in a frat house though.” I said, getting everything out of me.“Here he goes…” Becky said.“What?” I said. .. know," she panted."Know what?" That it ... would be ... like that." And, are you ... pleased?" No." You're not?" Not hardly." Why not?" His voice sounded injured.She had regained her breath enough to speak full sentences."It wasn't nearly enough. That feels too completely wonderful to have been over that quickly. How do I get it hard again? I want to go again."He laughed, until she wiggled out from under him and climbed on top of him. She grabbed for his wrists and tried to pin them to the. She knew what her body did to men. She had learned early enough what it did to her father. Like magic, dollar bills began appearing on the rail. Sharon let her mind drift, as she often did, seeming to take her body to autopilot. She scanned the faces in the crowd as she crawled, panther-like across the stage. The same faces in every town. Red-faced farmers. Unshaven factory workers. The bleary eyed husbands wishing they didn’t have to go home to their fat, bitchy wives. Was she in Omaha?. “I think we overdid it,” Jasmine said with a chuckle. “The tomatoes are just starting to bear; even so, I have three full baskets already. By day after tomorrow, there will be that many and maybe more. And we’re going to have to stake them soon.“We always used cages in our garden at home, but we can make do with stakes and twine. Three stakes spaced around each plant and driven into the ground, with a latticework of that grass twine Jeff brought will help support the plants’ limbs and will.