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... name," the blonde said. "And this handsome boy is Romeo." She stroked the dog's head. "Nice dog," Denise said. She felt tight and uneasy. "You don't know how nice," Peggy said, giving Denise a suggestive expression. "I mean, Romeo's a real special boy." Denise smiled, almost giggled, mostly out of nervousness. She had no idea what Peggy was hinting at, nor did she want to know. She picked up her book from the seat beside her and opened it. "What's that?" Peggy said. Denise showed her the cover of the book. "Please Let Me In," Peggy said, reading the title. "Hmm, sounds pretty interesting. So, you like dirty books. Well, so do I." "It's not a dirty book," Denise snapped. "It's a romance. There's nothing dirty in it." Peggy looked stunned for a moment. "A romance, huh? That's one of those books where all the good stuff happens between the lines. It's all there, but you just have to use your imagination a little more to find it." "I'd like to read it now, if you don't mind," Denise said, and she shoved her nose into her book. Her eyes traveled along the lines of print, she turned the pages, but nothing her eyes saw registered in her mind. She wasn't reading, just going through the motions of reading. How could she read with Peggy just about sitting in her lap and with that big hound gazing up at her with those moony eyes? She was uncomfortably hot, too. All the windows were open and the wind whirled through the bus, but it was a hot, humid wind that failed to cool her off. ...

... "Christ, it's hot," Peggy said, as if reading Denise's thoughts. "My skin is sticking to the seat. What I wouldn't give for a nice cool stream to go skinny-dipping in right now. Do you like to go skinny-dipping, Denise?" "No," Denise said, offended that Peggy had suggested such a thing. "I do," Peggy said. "We've got a nice private stream on our farm. Me and Romeo go up there just about every day during the summer. A lot of the neighbor boys come up there, too. Sometimes it gets pretty wild." Denise didn't say anything. She didn't know for sure what Peggy meant by wild, but she imagined the big-titted blonde dipping down into the stream, as a dozen red-faced farm boys watched her. "Hey Denise, give me a few of those candy bars you brought along." Denise looked up to see her twin b*****r looking down at her. She was a little shocked to see that Tim had taken off his shirt and shoes. All he wore now was a pair of threadbare jeans that fit him like a tight skin. His sun-bleached yellow hair resembled the tousled mane of a lion. His eyes moved away from her and roved up and down Peggy's obscenely clad body. Denise shot her hand down into her overnight bag and pulled out three or four candy bars, which she thrust up at Tim. "Here." The boy reached for them without looking, wrapping his fingers around them as he ogled the blonde. "Thanks," he muttered. As he stumbled barefoot down the aisle to join his new friends, he glanced over his shoulder a few times -- at Peggy. "Cute," Peggy ...