As much as he wanted to blame hissister, he couldn't help but admire just how well she had played herhand. Besides, he knew that, ultimately, it was h...is fault. In the backof his mind, other thoughts and feelings were stirring which bothdisturbed and excited him, but he remained focused on the currentsituation, putting his mother first."Mom, I hate to admit it, but she's right. If you two can fix me up sothat I can fool everyone into thinking I'm a girl, I'll put up with itfor a couple of days.. She joined him, removing her wrapper to display her very attractive teen body covered, if it could be described as that, just by a miniscule bikini."I'm going to do some sunbaking if you don't mind" she stated as she spread her towel on the lawn and sat down, before proceeding to put suntan lotion on her front. Then she lay on her back, her sunglasses covering more of her than her bikini, he thought.Stephen tried to concentrate on his magazine, but every now and then he couldn't stop his eyes. She nodded and said that it would be only a minute.Our parents came in and the hostess seated us almost immediately after that. We held hands as we walked behind the hostess to a round table. She said, "Will this be okay, ma'am?"Amy said, "Yes, thank you." I pulled out a chair for her and then took the one to her right. Our fathers sat next to us leaving our mothers sitting together. I don't think our mothers liked the seating arrangements. However, it was the best they could hope to get.The. ” She set down her fork and stopped eating, shrinking nervously into her chair.A full five minutes passed silently, we both tried, and failed, to make conversation but it was difficult. I resorted to playing with my long, dark locks and simply waiting out the clock. I shouldn’t have asked her that. I’d seen her looking over at me for the past few weeks and when she finally mustered up the courage to talk to me; I scare her off. “I’m sorry Violet…I shouldn’t have…” “It’s fine, I just…wasn’t.