‘If your boy-friend was seeing someone else and telling you he was exclusive with you, would you want someone to tell you?’ ‘Yes! They wouldn’...t be my friend if they’d keep that secret!’ ‘You know a secret about Mr. Franks. What is the right thing to do?’ ‘Tell her. But we have no proof!’ ‘So, what’s the right thing to do?’ ‘I don’t know!’ ‘Then think it over and we’ll talk tomorrow after school. We should be able to figure out the right thing to do.’ We were home. It was foolish to assume. He laid her back on the bench and moved his hands up her waist to her breasts. He hesitated, wondering briefly if pursuing her just after she’d disclosed how her sister had committed suicide would be in poor taste, but Grace arched her back under his touch. She tugged at his shirt and he pulled it over his head; she moved her hands over his slender chest, which was lightly brushed with dark brown hair. He ran his hands slowly down her waist; his thumbs grazed her slight hipbones. As his hands. He's there," she grunted eagerly."Let him do the work," I whispered as our own lips met. "He knowsexactly what to do."Betty wrapped her arms around both Billy and me as we consummated ournew troilistic relationship.As I lay on my side snogging Betty, I gently nudged her leg with myknee to wrap her long shapely legs around Billy's powerful rump. Then Iinveigled her toes into Billy's thick glossy wagging tail. Thesensation of thick fur heightened her zooerotic engagement and Bettystarted humping. .............................................................Back in my cabin I changed into a loose fitting almost Hippy styleblouse with a long flower patterned wrap over skirt. I put on some corkwedged sandals and touched up my make up. I put my purse and make up bagin large beach bag checking that my swipe card for boarding was in thepurse. Then I was on my way confidently I strode along the deck headingfor the exit ramp. I opened my bag and pulled out my purse, then it hitme. "Damn I've.