He couldn't believe he had said it."That's it!" Janet said. "That is what I couldn't put my finger on."Steve looked over at Janet again and realized ...hat she was actuallyfairly good looking. He grabbed his glass as he realized his heart wasstarting to pump harder as he stared at Janet. He was definitely NOTin the mood to meet someone tonight. He slammed back the shot andcouldn't believe he was getting harder by the second."Too bad she didn't stay around." Janet mentioned. "But it looks. "Did you see which way she went?"Yeah, Jed, I think she went up to the other pool. I think that guy she works with; you know the one that lives a few blocks on the other side of us from where you guys live."You mean, Cal Fischer? Tall, with long black hair? Actually he's hairy all over." Sure, Jed, that's him. I like his wife Sue, but I've never cared for him."Yeah, I knew what she meant. We had words before about Cal — he was what we called in high school a foreigner: Roman hands and Russian. "Wiggle your ass!" Janet repeated. "I want to see that switch twirling in the air!"Maria looked pleadingly at her mother, her eyes wide with fright."Do it or I'll shove it in further!" Janet hissed.Maria began to slowly move her ass back and forth. As she did an amazing thing happened. The motion caused the external part of the stick to waggle around like some perverse tail, but internally the flexible end of the branch twirled and bowed, sending little pleasure jolts into the teenager's. Lit is so, I dunno, fuzzy. Everybody has their own idea about what makes a book good or not." Maybe that's the idea—to get you to read, to think about what you've read and be able to explain your thoughts. It's the process, not the answer that's important." It dawned on me that I was actually having a normal conversation with someone who would usually leave me tongue-tied and stammering. How'd that happen?"If your neck's bothering you, turn a bit and let me see what I can do," I offered.Beth.