"Hey, dudesse. Like you know who this is."

"Uh. Let me guess. You're asking for donations to benefit underfucked sex-crazed youths."

"Close. Not a bad idea. I'll try it sometime. This is the Rude Warrior."

"Oh. Hi, Rudy."

"What's up?"

"Oh, just lying in the sun."

"Out by the pool?"

"Uh, sort of."

"Bet you're naked."

"What makes you think that?"

"Saw your parents at the mall. Figured, now, what would I do if I were home alone? With that nice sundeck and pool."

"Not everyone's like you, dude."

"Darleene said you did. She said she and you went skinny dipping all the time when your folks weren't about. Hey! That's bodacious!"

"Two girls in the nude."

"Why not? What do you think bodies were made for? To strut and fuck. Sure enough."

"Now why would you say something like that to a girl. That's frightfully rude."

"Hey-that's my name."

"You really shouldn't think you have to live up to it. What gives? Darleene's not here."

"You think just because it's you two girls that it's not like sex? Babette, grow up."

"Darleene and I are not lesbians. Fresh."

"You two ever kissyface?"

"Shut up."

"Play tug-the-titties?"

Babette blushed.

"You know that's just like guys jerking around in locker rooms," she said.

Stroking herself again.

Thinking of fresh clit.

Tempting cuntlips.

Boobs crammed into girlish mouths.

"So you aren't a couple of dykes," Rudolph cackled. "Maybe you really need a dude around to chill you out."

"As I said. Darleene isn't here now."

"I have to talk to you. Not Darleene, In fact, just between us-"

"Gawd! What do you want?"

"I don't like talking over the phone about-it's important. And secret."

"So you want to come over. Right? So slay me with another surprise."

"I can be there in five minutes."