"I did it - for us." She paused, looking. Then, in a different tone of voice: "Michael, there was no promotion."I looked at her. "You blew him, didn't...you?"She was staring at me, her lips slightly parted. Her face began to flush. She started to say something, to reproach me maybe, when suddenly I pushed her, hard away from me. She stumbled, tripped and fell, tearing her skirt in the process.I was standing over her, fists clenched. I'd started toward her without thinking, not knowing what I was. Dad is going great guns on the aquatic park. He's found a grant source that will cut the other donor's contributions in half. He's also found an architect in the next town down the road who's very interested in the job. He takes my sketches with him when he drives over to interview the guy. Apparently the man likes my sketches so much he asks Dad if he got them from another architect. When Dad tells him I did them, the guy suggests Dad start looking for a good college of architectural design to. "Josh shrugged and was about to dive in but she stopped him immediately. "Wait! Take off your clothes! You can't dive in her all clothed up."Josh swallowed hard. He'd never been naked with a girl and he sure as hell never gotten naked with a stranger. "No way. Is this some sort of joke my friends have set me up with?" He said in anger.The girl moved closer letting him finally be able to view her with the moonlight. The girl was no girl. She was something else alright. She was absolutely. The pony snorted, twisting its neck from side to side and, from its back, the two girls smiled.The twin in back had her head forward so that she was cheek to cheek with her sister. The girls had short, curly, sunstreaked hair, wide set eyes, full, sensual mouths, and freckles scattered across their cheeks. Their eyes were green as the forest. Filtered sunlight dappled them. Carson noticed that the rider behind was clinging to the one in front and that her hands had shifted up so that she was.