"Geez," I said to her, "I wish we had a video camera. That way we could tape this thing and then watch it forever." Yeah," she said. "We'll never be a...ble to afford one of those."I thought a sec and a plan popped into my brain."I think maybe we can afford one," I said. "Not by tomorrow, but certainly in a week or so." How?" she asked."YOU are going to pay for it," I said, matter-of-factly."Right. On my $3-a-week allowance. Funny man." No, I figure more like $3 a minute," I said."What the heck. A woman walked toward the far end of the island where we were and joined the group. A beauty. Tall, with auburn hair, beautiful skin, and lovely shaped breasts. She wore a thin sundress over a bikini. She laid down a blanket not far from me and removed the sundress. And then the bikini. She was beautiful, with a soft mound of pubic hair covering her womanhood. She was nude except for a single strand of a gold chain around her waist. That simple ornamentation on her beautiful body. She could hardly wait! Her best friends and her had theyre whole plan laid out, they were already all gorgeous, now they just needed to charm their way into the in crowd. That meant better friends, better parties, and- most importantly- better boys! Rosalie (Rosy) was lovely. She was 5 2 tall with size 32 b breasts, long legs, an impossibly small waist, and a perfect ass. She had tight blonde curls that hung to the small of her back, and eyes that were so blue that they were almost clear. She. A career woman. But one thing she wasn't was freaky. She didn’t need to be. I loved her because she was the opposite. “You’re about as freaky as a pair of slippers and a cup of hot cocoa.”“I know. But I feel like I missed out on doing stuff like that when I was young. My parents were strict.”I wasn't convinced. “You’d hate it. Being hot, smelly and sweaty is not your thing.”“I know. But it would be nice to have one last blow out before we have kids.”“Hmm. Whatever.”Katrina slapped my chest..