The instant Stephanie unfolded the single page, a velvety, musky scent with hints of vanilla wafted out. A part of her brain recognized it as the spoo...r of a rival.Something was wrong with the paper, the more she re-read the words, the blurrier the letters became.“Stephanie,” Mrs. Thomas asked, her voice soft, “is something wrong?”Jason brandished his pencil. “Found it!” His mother’s question sunk in, and he craned his neck, trying to read the note.At the last second, Stephanie decided she. Whatever that means." Boys either like dick or they like girls. Girls are more relaxed around each other; they can be open and intimate without being lesbo. That's probably what he meant." I…uh…don't mind playing with myself in front of another girl if she's doing it, too. I want to learn stuff so I don't look like a geek when I finally get with a boy."For further show, Gina crossed her legs and fidgeted.Susie took another sip of vodka, passed the bottle, then replaced the cap after Gina. I wasn’t joking. My migraine has fled to parts unknown. Would you mind if I walked with you as far as my room? It’s only a few doors down.”“Sure,” she said, letting go of my hand.“Is your friend waiting for you?”“Yes, she’s keeping a look-out. If she sees me coming from this side, she’ll know I did a full circuit of the floor. And she’s timing me to make sure I don’t run.”“Ah, then there’s no point in inviting you in for a chat.”“That would be really nice, but — what the heck? Could I use the. Then we’ll get potato soup and then French dips.”The waitress takes the menus and leaves.Paula leans forward, across the table, allowing Adam to get a good look at her chest. And she knows that he is looking at her breasts. She smiles at him. “What are you looking at?” she asks, giggling and leaning back.Adam takes a sip of his water and looks at the girl. “Do you think your father suspects anything?”“I don’t think he suspects a thing,” Paula says. “But my dad is a control freak, so I’m sure.