I’m not really a sports guy, and all the girls want jocks.”“Then, what is it about?” my 17-year-old sister asked.“Have you seen your boyfrie...ds ‘snake’?”Her face got all red, and she told me to leave her room. She didn’t slap me, but I may have left before she thought about it.Mom wondered why Laura had a red face at dinner. She said that it must’ve been a reaction to some new makeup she tried. Thanks, sis!After dinner, all of us kids went to our rooms to work on homework. This was back in the. I felt self-conscious,dressed in my black maid's dress and heels, but I forced a smile when Iopened the door."Holy shit," Bobby said, looking me up and down."Hi, Bobby," I said. "Won't you come in?" Holy shit," Bobby said."Bobby, it's just me. Have I changed that much?" Holy shit," Bobby said."I know," I said. "Miss Savannah and I made a deal. I agreed to dresslike this for a while." Holy shit," he said again."Bobby. We're friends, okay? This is just how I'm going to dress for awhile." A. Because I love my daughter, and I want you to be happy.”“Oh, mommy, I am happy! So very happy!”“By the way, you’ve been thanking the wrong deity! Your Grampa Yahweh, creator of all things, didn’t create Steve. I did.”“Oh thank you, mommy. Thank you! Best birthday present ever!”“By the way, nice loophole you found. About the rings. You saved your Steve from the flames.”“It’s what a girl does, for the man she loves.”“Do you like what I did with the number pun?”“Numbers?”“Twenty-nine on his sports. Stone forgot to wonder how she’d even gotten there on her own. In the passing moments they studied each other’s face, he felt the strange sense they were talking to each other, yet they were setting aside the words to speak aloud for some other time.Finally, Rena opened her eyes and looked up at Stone. “C’mon, professor,” she crooned plaintively. “Fuck me.” Then she realized Stone wasn’t even looking at her and twisted her head to follow his gaze. She spotted Nikki and uttered a gasp of.