She hung her head. ‘What did you do,’ I demanded. ‘Well,’ she paused seemingly afraid to tell me. ‘I forgot to put on panties today. Some ma... might have been able to see under my skirt.’ ‘What would he have seen under your skirt?’ ‘Well, he might have seen between my legs.’ ‘What would he see between your legs?’ ‘He would have seen my kitty.’ ‘Did you let a man see your kitty?’ ‘I didn’t mean to. It was an accident. I was trying to stretch my legs and he was right across from me and I didn’t do. "Okay, sport," said Brody, "what's goin' on? You're clearly out of it, and it's affecting our work," he said."Nothing, I can't handle," I said. "I'm just not feelin' too good." Yeah, I get it. You're not feelin' too good. Women'll do that to a man," he said."Shut the hell up, Brody. I'll handle it my way, okay?" I said."Yeah, yeah," he said. "Charlie, I asked around. Yeah, I know it's none of my business, but I asked around anyway. That broad sleeps around. And I mean with almost anybody. If. The beaches there were desperately small and lacking good spots to get decent snacks like in Coney Island or Rockaway, but they were populated by hordes of nubile teenaged girls with almost virginal attitudes about life and love and lust in the sand. That summer of my eighteenth year I formed the opinion that the Staten Island females were secretly all virgins and they generally didn’t get their cherry busted until they hooked up with some guy from the real city or even from Brooklyn.Marsha was. If he were to cut through his neighbors' backyard, he would be there in 3 minutes. As Brent began to walk tonight however, he made certain that the pace would allow the walk to take much, much longer.They walked side-by-side, past three houses to the first street where they needed to turn. As they stopped at the street to look both ways, his hand brushed against hers. Based on his "prior experiences" with women, any other time the signals would've been blatant and he would have taken her hand.