I had to get out of here. At this rate I was going to go insane.I picked up the phone. I couldn't go to Meredith's house: she was probably frantically...busy with preparations for the party later today; and besides, we're not quite close enough for me to just invite myself over like that. Come to think of it, that was true of everyone except Brandon, and if I couldn't deal with my own family I really doubted I could deal with his.Where could I go?I stared at the phone. Suddenly my thumb moved of. Vicky felt a strange tingling heat start to burn between her own legs and her heart rate seemed to increase with each beat as an inexplicable flush of arousal engulfed her. She clamped her legs together but this made things worse. “Daph…” she panted.“Yeah?” Daph, now squeezed into a swimsuit that was at least a size too small, finally looked back at Vicky. “What’s up? You look hot.”Vicky started fanning herself. “I don’t know. I’m burning up all of a sudden.”“I’ll get you a drink of water.”. .. not as bad as Junior. She gives us shit and we give it right back.”“I do NOT!” I said. “You give me shit ... I figure you know what you’re doing so I take it.“Who is this and how did he get on board?”“Guilty,” said Junior. “I was out at the trampoline sunning ... you know how I sun. There was this yellow air mattress with him on it and I knew he was too far out. Maybe we’d better call the coast guard and the park rangers office.”“Park won’t be looking ... I walked from the cottage.”Well .... " Go!" she ordered and I walked over to the table and then went to the counter and pulled out a loaf of French bread I had made with the bread machines. I quickly sliced it into sections and then I buttered the bread after I retrieved it from the fridge. Placing the bread on a plate, I set it aside and then dug out a ladle and scooped out the stew and filled the bowls."Sarla, come take the food. Lisel, will you take this bread and the silverware that Sarla laid out to the table. Walian, help me.