"I nodded. It was basically one aspect of her inherent shyness."I think you are going to be a lot like Branny. Far more like her than like Siân."She ...frowned. "Which one's Branny?" Branwyn's the blonde, Siân's the redhead, Imogen's the brunette." Why do you say I'm like her?" She's no intention of trying to get her CAP score up to 6·5. She'll never be a sponsor. She doesn't want to be. Mum could possibly but isn't going to. Siân definitely will, Huw's going to try, and I'm going to help him,. “I never knew you could pull off singing AC-DC, Cano.”“It was my mom, who suggested I give that song a try,” Lynette laughed in response to Stephanie’s comment.“And she’s gonna strip to that song,” Eda chuckled and gave me a wink to show she still liked my, our shared surprise for Lynette at the NIS concert.“I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that you guys are gonna do a nationally televised ‘naked’ concert,” Stephanie exclaimed as we tried to get our equipment in the trailer as quickly. He couldn't control any of his movements, now. "You likemagic *that* much?"He shrugged. "No. I just hate hecklers like yourself that much."Chris' jaw dropped but glared again. "My mommy an' *daddy'll* comelooking for me! They'll *totally* know I'm gone! A whole, like, *crowd*of guys and girls saw what you did!" she said with a whiny, haughtygirlishness of some high school bitch, pointing a long, graceful, glovedindex finger at him.He laughed and shook his head at the indignant dumb blonde. He looked up to see her staring at their reflection. "It's only ourselves," he said."It feels like somebody's watching."He moved away to close the closet door. He turned on the lamp farthest from the bed and turned off the bright overhead light while he was at it."You can't wear that to bed." She undid the belt, and he took the robe. Now he could see through the nightgown, even in the dim light. The areolae of her breasts and the mystery between her thighs were a shade darker.He took his own.