“We’ve got about forty-five minutes before we’ll have to call it a night,” I called out.“What do you want to do first, Mike?” Sam asked as...she came over between me and Paul.“Um, we probably should have a go at a few of those southern rock songs, don’t ‘cha think?”Paul leaned in towards Sam and me and whispered, “We haven’t practiced any of them yet, besides ‘Ain’t That a Shame’. Are you sure about this, Mike?”“It’s just a practice, a jam session as far as I’m concerned,” I replied to my best. Still leaning back, she brought her right hand up to her face, and then slowly ran it down her neck and over her body, cupping her right breast for a moment. She arched her right leg up, so that she could run her hand over her long, black-stockinged leg. Her dress slid to her waist, revealing the flesh at the top of her stocking.She rocked forward and sat upright quickly, body swaying slightly in time with the music. She closed her eyes for a second, reaching up and unpinning her dark blonde. Everybody had gotten at least a glimpse of what naked women looked like.But girls like me? The girl next door? Not without a ticket, sailor! Even the girls who were Giving it Up to their boyfriends weren't generally in the business of parading around, in the daylight, in the altogether. Their sex was usually furtive, in the dark recesses of the back seat of the family Chevy. The Boyfriend might have been allowed all the way inside -- but oftentimes he still had never gotten a really good look. I hated feeling guilty and this was a big dose. Fortunately, for me, I had just had an introspective moment. I could act, without reacting. So I didn't answer her right away. I could tell that bothered her. She wanted me to say something."I'm not sure I understand?" I said. "What part of 'overstaying' are you talking about? None of us had any choice when we were carted off. You just spent one night in a motel, after having a great meal last night. So tell me what you mean."She was perturbed. I.