"No wonder then that she was unconcerned by my revelation of mypropensity for women's clothing it fitted her needs precisely."So what do you think the... expect to eventuate?" I asked as my handfound itself slightly higher up Mark's leg."Well I believe they sense the growing attraction between you and I." So what you think they are hoping for, is that we become lovers?" Iasked.Now I realised what the last words whispered into my ear before we leftthis morning had been about, she was telling me I. As expected – hoped? – there was email from Rachel, Osaka is an hour ahead of Perth.That cheered me up. I'd had another – um – discussion about my "Journal." I was very stubborn: if it was my journal, then it was my journal. There might be spelling errors to be corrected (there weren't), but otherwise it was mine. And I was still reading the Keneally, and getting ever more irritated by the behavio(u)r of the authoritative British. [That "(u)" is for you, Mr. Simmonds!]My dad's a patriot, I. PJ would rap to her for a while; I meanlike some really nice, sweet shit, and definitely not the sortof filth that we spewed when she was getting fucked on film, butnice, comforting stuff that the "men are from Mars, women arefrom Venus" books say women love to hear. You can imagine it: that was great, baby you're hot, naw, wenever meant none of that, it's just talk. You're a real lady, areal nice girl; we just got a little out of hand. Everybody getsfreaky and it don't mean nothin'.Then we'd. ”The door is shut with the twins on the outside. I guess that they’re listening at the door, but Jenny seems to have no clue. There’s nothing in this house that is more interesting to those teenage boys than Jenny.“Do try to get along with the twins. They mean well and want you to have a good time.”
“Yea. OK. I just don’t like them knowing about my personal life.”“I hope you like the room. The bed is big enough for both of us.”“It’s really nice. Is there a lock on the door?”“You won’t need.