Just tell me what he wants.”Suki smiled her devilish smile, “Do you promise to do what I ask of you? I know that when you make a promise you alway... keep your promises.”I nodded and said, “I swear I’ll do anything you say.” Stupid of me.“Yay.” Suki shouted, “I want you to let me play with your boobs and pussy some more. At least once every other day, minus the weekends, until the day after the musical. And maybe you could even play with my boobs and pussy too.”I immediately regretted promising. He realised that she might have been pretty once, but was now emaciated, her skin sagging like curtains around the sockets of her eyes and cheeks where the fatty tissues under had been used up by her body. Her hair hung in lank strands, dirty and uncut or cared for and he became aware of her smell for the first time. Involuntarily, he shifted away from her a few inches, shuffling his bottom along the quartz of the kerbstone.If he were to be asked later, it would be quite likely that Paul would. ." I started"No, no. Don't get me wrong ..." It's not like that. We're not ... I haven't ... she's just a friend."Mom had a look that was skeptical, but something more than that. We shared a long look that was a bit uncomfortable. She looked a bit ... just a tiny bit, jealous. "Don't be jealous of Marianne." Jealous?!!" she countered, genuinely surprised. "Jealous? I'm not jealous" She looked to be rolling the thought over in her head. "Am I?" she quietly added, almost to herself."Are you?" I. " I think that I'd do schoolwork, as well."Suddenly, she lifted my hand, and kissed the back before letting it go. She then placed her head back against the headrest, and closed her eyes. At the hotel, she was rooming with Tiffany, and I was with Bob. Nikki and Wendy had become closer, as the season went on, and they were rooming together. We all felt tired, and knew that we'd have breakfast by seven, so we called it a night, and went to bed.Bob was slow to react to the alarm, so I jumped in.