Penny kissed her own foot, then set it down and began work on the toenails of her other foot. She'd kiss her own ass if she could get at it, Fern thought.

"When's the last time you spied on them after bedtime?" Penny asked, her lips pursed as she concentrated on filing her toenails.

"What do you mean?" Fern said. "I've never done that. I believe in respecting people's privacy."

Penny chuckled. "Like you respect those surfers' privacy?"

"They're just teens," Fern said. "I'm talking about people."

"Some of those teens are older than you are," Penny said.

"Who cares?" Fern said. "I don't want to talk about this any more. Don't you ever think about anything but sex?"

"Not much else," Penny said. She left off her nail-filing for a moment to scratch her cunt. Before resuming her filing, she lifted her fingers to her nose and sniffed them. "Doesn't matter how many baths I take a day, honey; my cunt always smells like cunt."

Fern lay down and closed her eyes. "You're disgusting!"

Penny laughed. "Thanks."

Fern held her eyes tightly shut, trying to concentrate on the night sounds. Against the sawing sound of Penny filing her toenails, Fern could hear the insects chirping, the palms rustling, and the far-off hum of the surf, the surf that almost never stopped. The surf tonight sounded like a distant train. If she concentrated on the sound of the surf, she'd be asleep in no time.

Penny could sit up all night, filing her toenails, plucking her cunt hairs, kissing her own ass. Fern didn't care. She'd had enough of Penny for one day. Now she needed some sleep.

Funny, Fern thought, how she had looked forward to Penny's visit. She hadn't seen Penny in seven years, not since she'd moved to Florida from Chicago. How stupid of her to have thought that Penny would be the same as when she had last seen her! Penny had changed into an entirely different person. And all this talk about sex – it was too much!