"It doesn't smell so bad, does it?"

"Not really. I just always thought that a girl…"

"Is a slick, smelly, messy, wicked person."

"Not exactly that bad."

"But isn't that the general idea? You don't have to have it taught to you in so many words. It's the way we get looked at when we're little and we put our fingers in our cunt."

"Yeah, guess you're right."

"Speaking of finger-fucking," Janet laughed, "what I did to you sure beats that, doesn't it?"

Cammy felt her cheeks go red. "Yes. But I feel weird. Like two girls aren't supposed to do this kind of thing."

"We're friends. Nothing wrong with friends giving each other pleasure, is there?"

Cammy put her arms around Janet and hugged her tight. "No. I'll try to keep believing that."

"Now that we've got your sex problems out of the way, how's your math been going?"

"Not so great. I got another D on a test and my dad has been talking about a tutor."

"Is that so bad?"

"With my dad setting it up, I know it would be a drag. When he goes at anything, it's always whole hog or none. I'd be locked into after school sessions with some creep who dreams calculations and takes a shit by the numbers." Cammy let out a breath. "But I asked Ralph if he had any ideas, and it turns out he has an uncle who teaches math. I figure he'd be easier to get along with than any tutor my dad would get. And maybe I wouldn't have to go every afternoon."

"Hope it works out." Janet patted Cammy's hand.

"Boy, this beer makes me feel like I don't care one way or the other."

"Let's have another one."