Vicky walked to the door. She felt like bawling. Her body yearned for loving and she was trembling all over. She didn't know how to make things right again. But she couldn't leave like this. At last she went over and knelt at Kevin's feet. Then she made him look at her.

"I'm… I'm sorry, Kevin. It was all my fault."

She kissed his knee and got up. "I'll see you tomorrow. I still want to be friends." He gave her a little smile then and she hurried out before she made things worse.

Abby had finished her nails and read half of a dull book and was now bored to tears. She wished that a girl could go into one of the bars in town by herself without starting some kind of talk that would eventually get back to Daddy. After all she was twenty-one. And still she couldn't really do much of anything. It seemed as if women's lib hadn't really gotten all that far. Of course she could always get herself a motorcycle like her tomboy sister. Buzzing around like a maniac wasn't her idea of a good time, though. She'd leave the motorcycles for misfit girls like Vicky. But what could she do to stir things up some?

She wandered out to the pool and walked barefoot around the warm tiles, admiring her painted toenails. She was thinking about what a complete idiot Perry had turned out to be. He was a gentleman, oh sure. But such a predictable one. She stopped, looked around her and then quickly skinned off her panties. It felt better having the air blowing under her dress, tickling her cunt hairs directly. And nobody would know. She strolled on.