‘Nothing. Just basking in the bliss of the perfect day.’ She closed her eyes and tilted her head back as though she was drinking in the sun. Wet h...ir clung to her shoulders and back, tracing all kinds of curves over her skin. Water drops trailed down her sleek neck, and an image of me licking them away hit me hard enough that I oofed out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding in. She wore a two-piece suit, but one that was more suited to surfing than a bikini. All the same it left little to. The preppies, particularly, refused to have anything to do with anyone lower than their own station in life. So strong was their disdain for the rest of the school that they actually referred to themselves as the "Elites!" The Heads and the un-crowd were, for the most part, more happy to accommodate them in their isolation. Since the athletic types tended to come from the affluent neighborhoods, the jocks and the elites had some intermingling (which, in my own humble opinion, was a bit. " Thanks anyway," I said. "Sorry to have bothered you." Now what?" Lisa sighed dejectedly as the trailer door closed."Let's check with the carnival office," I suggested. "Maybe thisIndian was just pretending to be the fortuneteller. The office may knowwho she is."But that didn't do any good either. The show manager said there was noone with the show to match the description we gave him. He also told usthat Wanda - the blonde fortuneteller - had last been seen going for awalk about sundown, so. He shyly smiled as he sipped his glass, eyes locked with Julya.They sat on the bed sipping the port and talking about the dinner. Tomas and Julya finished theirs first. "I think it is time for bed," Tomas said. Julya bounced off the bed looking not at all tired but ready for bed. She grabbed his hand leading him toward the door."Good night," Mike called out. "We'll have breakfast together in the morning. Call us when you are up." Then he thought for a second and realized that teenagers might.