“You didn’t get those lips by sucking lollipops!” you say unbuttoning your jeans and releasing yourself for my viewing, sampling pleasure. Alrea...y I have fallen to my knees and I’m keen to show you what I can do. I smile at you and you make a mental note, a photograph in your mind's eye of the beamer I give you just before I take you into my mouth for the first time. I start slowly on the tip of you, concentrating on the taste of you. I pause for a second to lick my lips and make gentle noises. He congratulated me as he left our house a happy man. I smiled and waved at him. What else could I do? He was smiling at me and telling me I was pretty awesome.Annabelle didn’t seem entirely distraught when she first caught us. She wanted to tattle on Tiffany – she didn’t even think I was at fault. I was shocked because my sister seemed so innocent. I thought surely she was freaking out, but she only giggled about it.My mother’s only complaint at the time had been that Tiffany didn’t spit my. “Bill Elliott is #9, not #11. I suppose Budweiser is OK, because that lets them paint the car red, and a red car is better than blue. But driving for Junior Johnson after what Johnson did to Kulwicki? I am NOT pleased about that. At all.”“Wow, Tiger, he’s in the front row! I thought you’d be happy!”“You KNOW he has to whine about something when it comes to NASCAR!” Kara giggled. “Nothing has changed in years!”I DID have something to whine about when on lap 80 a huge crash was caused by Ernie. There's nothing between us anymore."I don't know what expression must have come over my face - surprise, confusion or maybe curiosity. But Cecelia read something in it."Stewart, I, um, Rachael and I have been no more than friends since about six months after I started working for the company. Actually since that day we saw you at the Christmas dance with Rigmor."She turned around and looked straight at me."Surely you saw the way she lusted after Rigmor that day. Christ, it was embarrassing!".