His hair, like Bobbie's, had that sun-bleached look,his eyes were pale, calculating."Hey there," he said, his voice bluff, trying to sound hearty. "Jo...n you?"He slid along the seat, pressed close beside me, before either one of ushad said a word."Looking for someone, I hear," he said. "Maybe I can help?"I tried to ease away, his leg touched mine. If he didn't feel it, I suredid."We're looking for a guy named Gentry," Bobbie muttered, eyes down, as ifshe was afraid to look him in the eye. She. She let her fingers lightly trace the skin just abovethe thigh highs. I was afraid of her going higher, finding out I wasreally a male and then screaming her head off. But that was not the case.She kept nibbling at my neck. I looked over at Susan and Janet for helpbut they were locked in a full deep kiss. I felt a hand on the side ofmy chin turning my head. I turned and closed my eyes out of fear orreaction. I don't know which. Her lips lightly touched mine. I made nomovement. I felt her. Then she smiled at me and came near my lips to kiss. As our lips touched I slowly sucked in the scotch for her mouth. A bit of it trickled from our corner of lips on to my neck and downwards my chest. She then broke the kiss and licked my neck, kissing all over my chest, sucking in the alcohol dripped on my body.Then she took rest of the scotch in her mouth again. While doing so she slowly unbuttoned her nightie from front exposing her big round breasts. She cupped her both breasts from below. He remembered her particular odor, that body smell that meant she was horny, that she wanted him inside her. The smell hung heavily in the air. There were tears in his eyes.The statuette. Where was it? There! That lump under the covers. It was... it wasn't quite the same. Its limbs seemed to have changed position, to have stretched out. And its face... The eyes were closed now, and there was that expression of ecstatic abandon he had become accustomed to seeing on Brenda's face after she'd had.