up and down each other？s backs and giggling。
Then she felt a hand on her back； too； underneath her shirt。
？Let？s take our shirts off；？ Harry suggested eagerly。
？Okay；？ Jenny agreed； not wanting to be a prude。 She only had three buttons left buttoned；
anyway。 The guidebooks were definitely right about Croton。 It was wild； and maybe？once she got
used to it？exactly what she needed。
？Wow；？ he murmured as she folded her shirt neatly and placed it on the grass beside her。 The
look on his face was the absolute definition of the phraseto gawk 。
？Now you；？ Jenny said； feeling confident in the knowledge that she was the only sober one in the
forest。 Well；almost 。
？What the hell are you kids doing back here？！？ a deep voice boomed。 An athletic…looking man
with curly brown hair and a brown mustache strode down the path； barefoot； wearing faded Levi？s
and a threadbare light blue oxford shirt； unbuttoned to midchest。
April sat up and wiped her mouth； her brown eyes shining。 ？Hi； Mr。 Tortia。？
Mr。 Tortia didn？t look as angry as he？d sounded。 He almost looked like he wanted to hang
out。 ？So； what did I miss？？ he demanded eagerly。 Then he noticed Jenny。 ？And who； may I ask；
are you？？
Harry rubbed the spot between Jenny？s bare shoulder blades。 ？She？s a prospective。 And I think
maybe she took your share。？
Jenny crossed her hands over her chest。 Actually； his share of the E was somewhere inside her
nude…colored Bali extra…support bra with double…duty underwire and chafe…free superwide straps；
but she wasn？t about to volunteer that information。
Mr。 Tortia picked something out of his tobacco…stained teeth and flicked it angrily into the grass