”“I’m going to develop that sketch I did of the hippy chick model in highlights against a dark background,” Sandra said.“She was cool,” sa...d Amy. “I might do one of her. In fact, I’d love to do her.” She got a dreamy look on her face and we all stared at her. Yeah, lesbians get lovesick, too. She realized we were all staring. “I just don’t know what positi ... which pose to do. What about you, Melody?”“Uh ... I was thinking something classical. Like maybe an oil of The Discus Thrower or. I closed my eyes and reached into the mix. I peeked, had a do-over, and pulled out a lace up thong similar to the one lost in Jeff’s apartment. Now what to wear? I tried on my entire closet twice, posing in front of the mirror and sticking out my tongue. I chose a yellow summer dress to match my new vibrator. I’ve got chestnut frizzy hair that was tamed four years ago when I bought a straightening iron and green eyes that popped with this number. I’m naturally slim, but I also work my butt off. I was not going to go off to work each day, wondering who Sherrie was fucking that day. I wasn't much of a church going man anyway. There was no way I was going to turn the other cheek. It wasn't in me to do that.I couldn't see any point in trying to save the marriage. Sherrie had broken the trust we'd built up over the four years of our marriage. It seemed to me she'd broken it a number of times, judging by the evidence, and I didn't know how it could ever be made whole again. The only thing. “What the hell are you doing!?” Zoey said in a loud whisper. “Just hold on a second” Dylan said mischievously. He had ran to a large tree with a branch just close enough to Zoey’s window where as to Dylan thought he could jump in. He had only gotten up the trunk of the tree and he had started to sweat, which was surprising because of his very tone figure. After several minutes Dylan finally worked his way to Zoey’s window. He dove in to the opened window as nimble as a cat. “Are you fucking.