Bill looked at George. "Well, he owes us $500. Go ahead and get your portion, man." With that my wife tried to scoot closer to me along the floor, ...but George was ready for her. "I don't think so baby, it's time to get mine!" She looked at me, slightly pleading, eyes begging me to do something, anything, but restrained to the toilet there was nothing I could do. George grabbed her silky hair and shoved her face right in his crotch. Sara put his hands on his legs and tried to push away, but. I worked hard to keep my legs together, and I don't think I flashed too many people.I was walking out of my last class when Camille grabbed my arm. "We need to talk," she said."Sure," I replied, moving out of the traffic flow. "What do you want to talk about?" You," she said. "What is up with you?" What do you mean?" I asked innocently."I heard about you in the shower, and the little play you put on in the locker room, and there are some nasty rumors about you going around," she said. "That is. ”“We think it’s not odd, but we understand that we’re not exactly typical teenaged girls.”“True that,” Meka said as she entered the kitchen. “I’ve known quite a lot of teenaged girls, and not one I’ve ever met is like you girls. Oh, you’ve begun infecting some others with your ... differentness, but I, for one, don’t see that as a bad thing.”After Liya, Heather, and I hugged a naked Meka good morning, Brit asked, “Umm, Meka, would you think it weird if I hugged you ... like they did?”“Not at. Bethany knew what to do when those feelings threatened to overwhelm him. ‘I remember. That was a nice little plane. I wish we still had it.’ She remembered the time she and Jim had buzzed the gambling boat in Santa Monica Bay. ‘This one, though, has a lot more spunk to it. We could have had a lot of fun with it back in Los Angeles. C’mon, fly-boy, let’s go home.’ ‘Yeah, it’s nice but it’s still a trainer, even if it is quite a bit faster than what we used to do. Want to do it, again, say.