"I'm sorry, honey," Dee giggled. "That streaking sounds like fun, though. Look, think about this friend of Carl's. Really handsome. Call me if you change your mind. Get a nice snug frock with a short skirt, so he can look at your nice long legs. And . . ." She hesitated.
"Spill it out," Cindy said. "I think I know what you're going to say, anyway."
Dee blushed a little. "Well, can't you act a little more . . . girlish?"
It was Cindy's turn to blush. "Oh, you mean wiggle my can and giggle and be gooey?"
"It pays nice dividends, honey," Dee smiled. "We could go out dancing and have a few drinks . . ."
"And then f**k," Cindy said.
"Well, that's where it's at, honey!" Dee giggled. "Carl would like to have you along, too. Relax and let things happen."
"Okay, I'll think about it," Cindy s
