" Brian," Mr. Bell said. "Don't sell yourself short. I would bet you, Mr. Janacone wanted to keep you but didn't have room, so when Mr. Unnamed Player...played with the wrong man's bride, it gave them an excuse. They may think you need to feel on the bubble, to make you perform your best."Either way, just be the Brian we all know and love and go knocks their peters off!"I laughed like a fool! That was as close to profanity as Mr. Bell ever came, and it was perfect!I HAD to tell the girls.Winnie. " Why?" I was back to being confused again."So we can go down to the village and have a few beers of course."She looked gorgeous in a little white dress, not quite sheer but thin enough to show a sexy white thong and the rose coloured circles of her nipples through the flimsy material. I wore a white tee shirt and shorts and felt the proudest man on earth as we strolled down to the village."Hey, I've just remembered, you never answered my question did you?" Which one was that?" she asked, but I. BJ makes a show of looking around, then quips ‘Are you kidding?’ Following BJ’s lead, a quick glance around her makes it abundantly clear that she sticks out like a sore thumb. It’s obvious she is the only ‘outsider’ on this pier, from the amount of clothing she has on down to the slightly pale tint to her skin. ‘Hmmm. I see your point. Gonna have to work on my tan a bit, it seems.’ BJ chuckles a bit, picks up one of her bags, and turns to walk back to the RIB. Admiring the shapely ass swaying. The woman was beautiful, even lying in a hospital bed with a bruise on her forehead above one eye. Jane had never talked to her, but during concerts she smiled a lot. Jane felt that people who smiled a lot were generally trustworthy. So she could see how Bobby might respond to that. Or Bobby’s hormones, perhaps. She wasn’t worried about the crush. Boys had crushes. It was just the way the world was. Girls had them, too. She’d had her fair share when she was a girl. If Bobby had tripped this.