I don't know exactly what they want, but I'm sure we can handle it.I don't know exactly what they want, but I'm sure we can handle it." Sue was always so confident. "But why are you so sure we'll get the jobs, Sue," asked Terry. "Surely they'll get hundreds of applications." "Read the qualifications, Duchess. They're talking about us." Sue's eyes narrowed and lost some of their earlier glint. "Besides, we just have to get the jobs." Terry reached out to touch her shoulder. "Sue, we've been best friends since we were fourteen. You've pulled my buns out of the fire a hundred times and Daddy knows it. He'll pay for the damn car." "Terry, he's already paid for the most exciting year of my life and all I had to do was to keep a lid on you while we were over here." Sue was almost in tears. "Now just look how I repay him." "Come on, Sue," Terry replied, "your friendship is the best thing that ever happened to me. You don't owe me or my father anything. Besides, it wasn't your fault the road was so slippery. Now would you hug me before I start crying too!" They embraced each other tenderly and then Terry picked up the paper again. They both agreed that the job sounded exciting and that they would make application for it right away. Sue extracted the photo album from the nightstand and thumbed through it as she moved toward the door. "What are you looking for?" Terry asked as she threw off her covers. "That picture your brother took of us that summer when we taught gymnastics at camp. They want girls who are athletic and attractive and you have to admit that those leotards didn't hide much. We never looked better. That's the picture I want to send to those people." Terry watched her friend's buttocks shift erotically under her panties as she walked absently through the door. "I swear, Sue, the next time I hug you I'm going to give you a long, juicy kiss right on that beautiful mouth of yours." She sighed and then rose to begin her day. ************************************************************************* "Mr. |