I released the grip on her shoulder, straightened that arm. The fingers that cupped her breast opened and slid away. A gap opened between us. An odd t...ought struck me. I had patted her breast as I withdrew, like patting a pet to say goodbye. "Some ONE?"She rolled toward me in anger. Her eyes flashed, she spit her words in my face: "Yes, ONE! I am not some cheap ... No, I guess I am!"I stared into her face, unable to read her expression. Was it fear or anger? Love or hate? Torment or pleasure? I. We came here to have anice day on the beach." What's wrong with talking to two curious boys who seem to have a thingfor me?" mommy replied, as her pout transformed itself into one of hermischievous smiles. "I told them we have a pimp and we can't have sexwith anyone unless they pay him, so they can't stick their pretty youngcocks in me but I told them that you would take them to the hut and godown on them because that's not really sex, or at least that's what BillClinton thinks and, since he. Why do you want to know?”“Can I get it from you? Just for the past four years.”“That’s confidential. Why do you need it?”“I, um, I’m doing a project for one of my classes.”“What’s the project and for what class?”“It’s for my, uh, math class. We’re studying probability,” he lied. Lamar saw right through it.“That doesn’t make sense, Andrew. How does that make a probability problem?”“Can I just get it please?”“No, not until you tell me why you need it. I’m not supposed to share that information. The. Fuck.But if it's 5pm, you don't have time to think about it. You're on theevening shift tonight and you need to get moving or you'll be late. Yourush upstairs, grab your clothes and head to the job.There, you're almost too busy to think about it, but the feeling of thefabric moving smoothly across your skin is a constant distraction and itmakes you seem really absent-minded at work. By the end of the evening,your co-workers are jokingly accusing you of being drunk.The night finally ends.