They had addressed the problem of what to do when they were soaking wet, Julie had wrapped the small towel she had with her round some of her body; Me...redith put her nightdress on and walked back with it sticking like a second skin to her.This was unlike any course they had been on before. There were no planned activities or lectures. Some women brought their (mostly politically correct) books to the grass and stream and started to read. Enie was actually studying teenage porn books, the better. "What's the big idea," he sputtered placing his arms across the mattress."That's my sister you're staring at," Brad stated."I was just looking," Karl responded with a blush from being caught."And probably imagining what it would be like to get her naked and get on top of her," Brad responded."A guy can dream can't he? She's probably a virgin anyway," Karl responded."No, she's not," Brad answered.Karl had no answer so Brad continued."If you want to do her you have to do me first," Brad stated in. Of course I was now moreavailable for Carrie and vice versa. We were evolvinginto a cozy, happy, and sexy family.We had all just readjusted to the new arrangements whenCarrie’s younger sister needed a place to stay. She hadjust gotten out of an abusive marriage, fortunatelywithout children. Caren was my age and built like herbig sister but taller and a redhead. Since Carrie’sapartment was designed for only one person, Tonyinstalled her in another of his bedrooms. She was hidingout. My head is bursting with sordid images - fucking, sucking, sweating, groaning I have to write them down. The pen suddenly moves as if enchanted. Ink flows across the white page, arching, circling. My heart soars… but all I've done is draw a large smiley face.For fuck's sake! What the hell is that?I throw the notepad at the door. It hits hard, splaying out like the stupid dove that hit my kitchen window that morning. It thuds to the floor, loose pages fluttering in its wake. The pen, gripped in.