”“Thank you, Dylan,” Carter stopped and almost smiled, “but you do not need to humor me.”“I am not humoring you,” I stood up and walked ...over to Carter, getting a little closer than I would have liked. I could smell the man in front of me. He smelled the way old books did when you first opened them. I had no idea that I liked that smell but it was breathtaking. “I would totally let you drive me home.”Carter did not speak after that. I worried that I had said something wrong. Carter was going to. For months afterwards, Lizzie's e-mails to him at school started with things like "Dear assmaster" or "Hiya rumpranger" or "S'up bootybanger?" Yeah, funny. In the beginning, anyway.And now she was circling back to rib him about it again."Is where I'm 'delivering' really any of your business, s*s?" he raised an eyebrow.Her slender bikini-wrapped body twisted limberly to curl up on her side. She looked up at him with a smile. "Wrongo Scooter, you will always be my business. I'm your sister,. Margaret took a stool at the bar and asked for a mug of 'the good stuff' too.The first sign that things were not right was one of the Sailors taking a healthy slug from his mug and then spitting it out all over his mates. They started to yell at him until they tried their own mug of 'the good stuff'. They then sprayed the Sailors across the table from them. They were about to grab the barmaid, when Margaret stepped in."What's wrong you swabs? Can't you even hold your drinks? The Sailors all. THIS was one smart cookie!"When are you going to tell him?" she whispered so that only Wei and I could hear."Soon," her mother answered.Stephanie scampered off to do whatever exceptionally intelligent twelve year old's do when their fathers have more money than they'll ever spend and their mothers can kill you without breaking a sweat. My guess was that the class of Stephanie's peers was exceedingly small."Come into the sitting room," Judy invited. "There's someone here you'll want to see."My.