"Sarah, where are you from?" Port Jackson?" Sarah replied in tentative voice, as if to say, duh, where else could I be from?"Port Jackson? That's not ...around here is it?" Port Jackson is the old name for Sydney," Eddie put in. "That was what it was called when the convicts first started coming." Really? I didn't know that." Chelle, duh, were you asleep during history at school? Or are you just dumb? Everyone knows that." Oh, shut up you. Just cause it's the only subject you had a clue in.". This time Greg picked it up for her. “I’ll hold it for you,” he said, indicating that he would walk back with her to her towel that he could see, spread out on the sand right up against the cliff. “A true gentleman!” she remarked laughingly. “Anything to help a damsel in distress!” he responded, and they fell into a light hearted conversation. Soon they both sat down, but after a few moments, Greg could see that the young woman was sitting self-consciously grasping her flimsy garment, unable to. “I’ve seen you in the showers and when we’re changing.”Leslie laughed. “You checked me out?”“Oh god yes!” said Jenny happily before a look of dread took over. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Do you mind?” Jenny squeezed her hand tightly, her face frozen with a mix of horror and despair.Leslie was shocked. This was her role model, the girl she had looked up to since the beginning of Middle School, the girl who held the school record for the 5000 meters. Jenny swung her legs round to stand up.Leslie. ”“Damn,” Logan said.“When do you see him?” Ryan said, sincerely.“Not very often, but we did get into it before he left. Everything’s good now,” Becky said. She thought it was almost cute seeing Ryan’s innocence.“Here’s my question… all this time away from him… you must get horny as fuck, do you?” Tucker said.She pondered about how to answer that question. After remembering her argument with her boyfriend, she knew.“Ryan, come here. I can be a slut or a slut for you,” She said softly to him..