He watched as she brushed aside two young men, separately. They couldn't draw her attention away from diving. She seemed to be mostly interested in ge...tting a two and a half flip perfected. The young men seemed rather upset before moving on to other potential love interests.Jorge gathered his towel and walked over to the lithe athlete."Hello, my name is Jorge." Good for you, Jorge. I'm busy. Beat it." Her breasts weren't quite as small as they looked from a distance. He looked at her puppy brown. ”“You look beautiful,” he said, struggling into his clothes.“Flatterer,” she giggled, kissing him as she finished pulling on her panties then replacing her bra. “God, this dress looks awful,” she said looking at the crumpled heap in the corner, “it was worth it though,” she kissed him again.They found a phone box about a mile down the road, Heather rang the number, her Gran picked up immediately. Heather apologised for being late saying that they had had such a lovely meal they had lost track. Jared muttered her agreement, but for entirely her own reasons. She waspretty sure that Gordon Lacroix was in fact the real Carol Hofstra. Ifso, then Gordon was a true enigma. He had not attempted to contactJared, had in fact gone out of his way to avoid her. Jared had wantedto stay in close contact with Carol in the hopes of switching back.That had proved socially awkward and over time, the two settled in totheir new respective cliques with no further contact.Jared sighed in wistful. "Cool, but you do know that you have enough money to buy your own bike, or to have the frame rebuilt with the best materials?" Eve asked."Yes I know, but then who knows, if I would survive someone else's mistake next time?" I replied."You could have just as easily made that mistake. Mixing up a gas can, isn't that hard to do," she said."I know. I have done worse, but I've been pretty miserable because of someone else's stupidity. I would prefer that it be my own stupidity." I pulled the cruiser.