"A thing... and I do mean, thing... of beauty," she said. Heather raised her head to get a better visual angle and soundly banged her head on a tree l...mb above."Ouch!" she cried."Are you ok?" Jack said greatly concerned. She had hit the limb very hard."Yeah," said Heather rubbing her bruised head, "but I think I just lost one of my favorite earrings." She felt around on the floor to no avail. "I'm going to switch on the lamp right quick and find it, ok?" she said."Ok," said Jack, " but, do it. I noticed that JoAnnie was the only one among the girls who was actuallytrying on outfits, something I found curious. After about two or threehours of this, the girls looked to be as "finished" as four girls with noparticular purpose in mind can look. At least, I thought they had nopurpose. Little did I know, but I was about to find out. They emerged from their last attraction, Victoria's Secret (I found this abit odd as JoAnnie doesn't wear fancy underthings that often), mutteringsomething. He grabbed it and dried himself off as he looked himself over in themirror. A guy with an average build, standing at about five foot eightwith average mousey brown hair looked back at him from the glass.Nothing like his fraternal twin sister Gina.A photograph wedged into the frame of the mirror showed his sister in abikini from last summer. Long blonde hair, hourglass figure andcornflower blue eyes set in a very pretty face. His sister was astunner, to say the least. He wondered for the. Maybe that's why I promised him we'd stay together when I left. Okay, he's, how shall I put it, not the bookish type, but he has other very impressive athletic attributes. No finesse or imagination, per se, no self-awareness or any ambition as such, no intellectual curiosity or geographical knowledge or any broader cultural pursuits (aside from his interest in niche forms of Japanese animation to which he devotes much time) but he's such a sweetheart and I do want to be true to my word and to.